“Bleh, bleh, bleh!”
I’m not sure if that’s exactly what a baby moose says, but that’s kind of what it sounds like. At least that’s what it sounds like at 5 a.m. when it’s outside your bedroom window.
Our young moose got separated from its mother, with the baby inside our fenced yard and mama on the outside munching leaves. The frantic young moose was running back and forth behind the house going “bleh, bleh, bleh!” This has happened before, and according to wildlife officials the mothers will often put themselves in an inaccessible area so they can feed without the youngster trying to feed.
Anyway, I went outside to open the fence gates so mom and baby could reunite and I practically bumped into the mother. Not a great idea. Mom, baby and I all made it out unscathed.
Then on the bike commute to work I ran into another moose along the Chester Creek greenbelt. Well, I didn’t literally run into it, but I came within a couple feet of a head-on crash. This moose was apparently a bit agitated and running down the trail in my direction. I had to make a quick decision to turn my road bike into a bit of a off-roader and head for the nearest tree.
It’ll be interesting to see what the rest of the day brings.