We’ve had a lot of wet weather during the past few days.
There were even some scary-looking clouds that passed by without doing damage.
Yesterday morning the weather had been dry long enough to go for a walk,
and calm enough not to get blown away by wind.
There were plenty of tracks left by wild animals in the mud.
Skunks,
Deer,
And tracks too narrow to be cows, and too big to be deer. Elk were a possibility, but then, across the river I saw…
…a yearling moose.
It raised the hair on its hump and tried to look brave and tough. But was not courageous enough to leave Mom.
She was not sufficiently concerned to even get up. In fact, if the young one had stayed low in the brush, I would have walked by without knowing they were there.
I decided my best option at that time was to continue on my way.