Sometimes I go for a little drive out in the country, taking pictures. And tonight's experience is best portrayed in a recap, on a few thoughts from tonight's excursion.
"I should go to the grocery store…..what was I gonna get again?"
"I should go for a quick drive first."
"Is this actually a road?"
"What's that high pitched squealing noise coming from the front end of my car?"
"Where'd that moose come from?"
Me. Beside a shed. In a field. With a moose.
That came out of a shed.
Of all the things I run across….beavers….ducks…..geese.
This has to be the best thrill yet.
When I explore abandoned farmyards and old houses, I watch out for old wells…..barbed wire. Badgers. Zombies. Axe murderers.
It hadn't occurred to me that I'd turn around and be staring a moose in the face. That just came out of a small shed.
He was having a nap inside a shed. I saw something move as I was walking towards the building and it kind of startled me, I briefly thought it'd be a bird.
Where do you go from there? Can't top that for a night.
This is a moose, isn't it?
Yours truly, Caley