A few nights ago a moose took out one of our strings of outdoor Christmas lights, and I was reminded of this story from several years ago. It’s in Walking Wild Shores, but it seemed like a good time for a repeat appearance. As I first tried fixing and then wound up replacing the lost string a few days ago, it suddenly occurred to me that the moose must find it odd that us humans will occasionally light up the buffet so nicely.

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