This morning about 7:15

This is what greeted us this morning. From the vantage point of our upstairs bathroom window, we watched them come down our hill in back. We stood frozen in place by the quiet majesty of it all, the mother first, then the calf, and then over the crest of the hill came the bull moose. They were tentative, listening for anything amiss, but moved on steadily with a lumpy, beguiling grace. Mumblestump, our crowy rooster, had been stirring up a racket until the moose family showed up and then he got noticeably mum. (Out of fear or respect, I wonder?) Finally Richard said he had to get his camera and as I watched from our barn loft window as they passed down our drive and onto our front lawn on their way to our pond and the forest beyond , Richard was on our screened porch IN THE BUFF taking these pictures. What an astounding and wonderful beginning to the day. (The moose, I mean, not necessarily Richard in the buff. Though that can be wonderful too.)

It all beats the hell out of tv.

Have a great day, everyone!