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Good Morning, Moose

You know it is going to be a good day when your wake up call is hearing a strange sound outside your window and this scene fills in the view...
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You watch them for a few minutes until they go out of your sight.  You are content, but a friend tells you that a good photo of both calves can be had if you go outside and stand up on a wood pile and look to your left.
So you go outside {in your pj's}, stand up on the wood pile {barefoot}, become swarmed by a thousand mosquitoes {hungry ones}, and see Mama and her two babies looking so cute as they stroll on down, munching on whatever they can find for breakfast.
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And this fills you with joy.  Sheer joy.
There is no place like Alaska.

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  1. When living in ND we would see Moose on occasion. Then we were given orders to Alaska, I know they would be MUCH more abundant. Ummm I watched some not so glorious shows and developed a fright of them. Growing up around horses, I thought "they are about the same size" hmmm I was wrong!
    I'm still very much frightened of them, but felt secure enough to know, they are some of the most beautiful creatures. I could pull over In my car and watch them for hours. I have TONS of photos. Thanks for bringing up such good memories!

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