The moose and other happenings.

Last week I stopped at a favorite spot on my way home form the post office, and while walking along the road, I heard a flurry of wings, saw a fair size raptor flying off. It was about that time that something fell. "What the ..." and there at the base of a spruce tree, was a dead robin. I could see a few drops of fresh blood.

Ten minutes later on my way out it was still there, and so was the hawk. I couldn't get a good enough look to identify it.

Today I was able to get out late this afternoon and the robin was gone.

But the moose was there.

If you never heard a bull moose calling, it's a weird,freaky noise. That's what told me a moose was ahead. Where was my camera? Back at the car.