Moto & Moose

Moto came home from the vet in the evening and he whimpered, awwwww. He is just a baby dog. Now he is pretty much back to himself but is still wearing the cone if he is alone. He tried probably the first day to investigate the incision area, but when I said no he obeyed! :-)

Now he looks pretty healed up and is doing very well. Thanks for asking to those that did. Noticed the """orbs""" in the picture? I did!

Now here is a moose video I just made. We saw this guy this past week. Since he is a legal bull the guys wondered how he made it through the hunting season so close to people! I think it just was not his time to be all 'burgered up'!

Out Of Hiding

The moose are out of hiding now. We have been watching four moose across the lake in our neighbors yard. Our neighbor has a lot of land. He did cat work and made an airstrip which he then hauled topsoil in and grew a beautiful lawn. The moose come to nibble on his grass.

There was a cow with a calf and a bull and possibly another bull. It was not a big moose but the cow was busy trying to chase it off. I think it must have been her older calf. The vanquished moose just stays out of the way but has not left yet.

Here's some video of those moose, but the one hiding in the trees didn't get into the video. Isn't that sort of sad? Chasing away your offspring? Awwwwww, that is so sad, but necessary in the wilds, I guess. :-(

My Buddy

Life is a book that we study,
Some of its leaves bring a sigh.
There it was written, my buddy,
That we must part, you and I.

Nights are long since you went away,
I think about you all through the day,
My buddy, my buddy, no buddy quite so true.
Miss your voice, the touch of your hand,
Just long to know that you understand,
My buddy, my buddy, your buddy misses you.

Buddies through all the gay days,
Buddies when something went wrong;
I wait alone through the gray days,
Miss your smile and your song.

Nights are long since you went away,
I think about you all through the day,
My buddy, my buddy, no buddy quite so true.
Miss your voice, the touch of your hand,
Just long to know that you understand,
My buddy, my buddy, your buddy misses you.

Gus Kahn