Mamas and Moose

Each fall, the moose are on the loose in my neighborhood. Just like the mama moose has a routine of walking the neighborhood and feeding her babies from the trees, my mama and I have a routine. We speak each morning, in the afternoon and at night, before we go to bed.

Today, I was a bit late calling my mom. I call her because she still has a landline and it costs extra to phone long distance.

When I rang, it was 11:30 and I was leaving to work in the boutique.

I apologized for calling so late in the morning and explained the moose on the loose had distracted me in my neighborhood.

Earlier, Juliann texted to tell our group of dog walking friends about the moose on Lincoln Lane. I was cautious when I walked Faith, Booker and Gus. Rounding the corner onto Bridge Parkway, we saw the baby moose and fled to safety behind Vanessa’s fence.

Knowing the mama had gone down the street toward my house, we moved with stealth.

Safely in our home, the moose arrived next door. The house does not have a fence across the front, so they simple meandered in for breakfast.

I ran from my window, to my deck, to my side patio trying to take pictures.

After my mom heard the story, she gasped, “Don’t you need to call animal control?”

“Nope. We don’t do that. We’re in their backyard. I’ll just be careful.”

Moms and moose.

Like the mama moose, my mom worries about me.