“See, there was a moose born on my front lawn and the mom won’t let me out of the house. No. Really.”
Here’s the accounting from the person taking the pics:
In my 33 years in Michigan ‘s Upper Peninsula , I have never seen a new-born baby moose. This one was not even a half mile from our house. The mother picked a small, quiet neighborhood, and had her baby in a front yard just off of US 2, at 5:30 am.
Allen and I were out bike riding when we came upon the pair. The lady across the street from this house told us she saw it being born. We saw them at 5:30 PM. So the little one was 12 hours old. What an awesome place we live in to see such a sight.
Can we have a collective “Awwwww”? Since I live in S. California, the most exotic thing I’ve seen born on my lawn is a black widow sac. And it wasn’t actually my lawn, but my garage door hinge. For one as deathly afraid of spiders as I am, the sight of hundreds of baby black widows sent me into survival mode – I ran into the house screeching like a banshee that we were being invaded. Hubby ran for the air gun that shoots out bb’s the size of dust mit. Yessereee, I’m one protected lady.
I’d much rather see a moose.
*thanks, Jim Misko, for sending this! I hope we get to see some of their cousins at the Alaska Writer’s Conference in Sept.