It's windy and rainy, with squalls here and there, making the ruts in the highway a bit more challenging than usual.
There was a yearling moose cavorting in the road at the edge of town, as I left on my way to Anchorage. Or perhaps he was panicked. It's hard to tell with a moose. Either way, he didn't quite seem to know where he was, or how to get off of the road.
Traffic was coming to a complete stop to assess his behavior, before moving slowly on. He could easily leap the median barricades and take out a small car, and moose are VERY unpredictable where traffic is concerned.
As I neared the end of the route, there was a large Mama Moose munching on a roadside tree. With most of Mama in the roadway. The passing cars were of no concern to her.
Moose are like that.
Think 1,200 pounds of horse-sized cow, only not as intelligent, and easily spooked.
1 comment:
Rev. Paul,
I can understand why the critters don't leave the roadside. We've invaded their territory. They're amazing animals~!
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