Local Tourists

We had a visit from what I guess you could call a local tourist today. The moose have moved down from the mountains and our friendly neighborhood moose came back, munching on the trees out past the driveway. Cheyenne has never seen a moose before, and she went out into the yard - poor girl had no idea what to make of that thing. To make matters worse her and Bear had been jumping the fence where the snow off the roof had knocked it down, so I out her out on a tie-out, she turned herself around and got a leg tangled because of her unfamiliarity with being tied out. So there she was, facing the house and staring back over her shoulder at this monster on the other side of the driveway - not sure if she should bark at it or not, and I am on the porch, taking pictures and trying to coax her back (I wasn't about to walk out there to untangle her - fence and two cars between me and the moose or not).

I finally got her inside, and a few good pictures of the moose from a safe distance. Then he walked off a few steps and laid down in the trees to sleep. Was still there a few hours later when I looked, ain't looked since that though.