I’ve been fortunate to have seen a wide variety of wildlife in their natural habitat, but my northern roots seem to have given me a particular affinity for the moose.
Although I’ve been lucky enough to actually see moose in the wild, I’ve never managed to get a photo during one of those encounters.
I’m not likely, however, to forget the incident involving two unantlered giants blocking the road with no inclination to move on. We had to just sit and wait. This is particularly common in the spring when they seek refuge from the torture of black flies in the forest.
I think of it a Moose-ian Standoff. If you’ve ever experienced one, you know what I mean.
I don’t live anywhere close to moose country anymore, but oddly, I still catch a glimpse of the occasional moose in Toronto.
There is this fashion-conscious dude who makes his home in an upscale neighbourhood in mid-Toronto. He makes full costume changes at various times over the year.
There is the moose I discovered unexpectedly one day at the main entrance of an east end hospital. He looked like he had been recently attacked by child-sized predators but managed to escape with only slight scratches and *bruises*.
While being detoured one day by road construction, I encountered a very suspicious-looking moose and beaver up on a second storey landing.
I’m more than a little curious about what kind of mischief those two were planning.
I even had an unexpected moose encounter north of the city in Orangeville one day … bold as could be on the downtown street.
They live among us and often go undetected because they hide in the open, relying on our preoccupied busy-ness as camouflage. Although against the backdrop of a gray November day, they will stick out from the crowd.
… but I’m looking, and I’m watching, because finding moose is something I like.