My girls and I drove to town yesterday. Half-way down our two-mile dirt road we stopped because we saw a dark shape move off the road into the woods. Turns out to be a yearling moose, probably female although at that age males probably don't have antler stubs. She was quite unafraid of us as we sat in the truck and looked at her from about twenty feet away. Huge, mule-like ears, comical face, altogether darling.
A neighbor said the yearling has been hanging around for the last couple of weeks. Moose calves don't leave their mother for about two years, so this one's mama probably got hit by the train that skirts our peninsula two or three times a day.
I'm fond of moose, and I hope this little girl makes it. Nature can be so damned cruel at times.
I've started bringing my camera with me when we go to town, and will try to snap a pic of her.