TUESDAY TAIL TALE: BULLWINKLE

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Yes, I’m a bull moose.  Though, in some parts of the world, I’m also called an Elk.  But, I am different from American Elk.  I’m also not part of a herd and I prefer the solitary life.  My ancestors go back at least 4000 years.  I’m a vegetarian and look innocent enough.  However, I am the largest member of the deer family and weigh on average ½ ton.  I have attacked more humans than wolves and bears combined.[1]

Here in NW Minnesota, it’s Fall and I’m on the move.  I don’t mind you looking, but keep your distance and stay out of my way.  I’m on a tight schedule for mating season.  Competition is serious and available cow moose can be hard to find.  Speaking of cows, I am not a bovine.  Please don’t feed me hay.  All that fiber can be lethal.  It’s one of the reasons why I’m not easy to domesticate.  I’m a wild forager and truly, need to find my own food.  In fact, I’m quite talented at it.  I can walk on my hind legs to reach something tasty.  And I also eat while underwater.  No other deer can do that.

[1] (wikipedia, n.d.)

SPECIAL REPORT: BULL MOOSE

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Moose are majestic creatures!  And we spotted a bull moose this morning at 8:27am.  He was in no hurry, as he crossed the autumn fields.  We had been on a tight schedule, but he stopped us in our tracks.  Embracing such moments in our modern lives are endangered, just like our moose.  We watched him until he disappeared into the surrounding woods.  Our only regret was not having a high-quality, zoom lens.  The picture does not do him justice; neither do written words.