This season’s moose training is going really well. A “smart” gene must be increasing in frequency in the local population. Goodness knows they need it. We put a box out in the yard with clearly written instructions, and bingo:
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The Moose That Stole Christmas
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.
Walking Wild Shores
The book is out:
Walking Wild Shores: Portraits of the Natural World.
If you enjoy this blog, you might enjoy this book. It is based on the emailed stories sent out before this blog began.
Update: David James reviewed the book for the Daily News Miner. Now I can actually have one of those ridiculously brief review quotes that all the page-turners display:
“…damned good.” David A. James.
It is a great review. He summarizes it better than I could have.
Back during the publishing process an email came asking me whether there were any reviews that should be used in the book’s promotion. There were no formal reviews, but three were rattling around in my head:
“Please to come byack to Russia.” V. Putin
“Surprisingly little corncob; I actually enjoyed it.” Anonymous
“You write so well.” Author’s mother
Periscope Up!
Everyone has a colon, and some of them get cancerous, so periodically us older people need to have a professional take a good close look to be sure everything is alright. And so someone invented the colonoscopy (colon, from the anatomy of the large intestine, and -oscopy from the Greek let’s take a good long look up where the sun doesn’t shine). (There are other colons that people generally don’t know how to use properly: those will be ignored here; so will semicolons. Actually, anatomical and political semicolons might be really problematic. But we won’t go there.)
Rose gets an “A+” in Couch Science
For a long time, Rose said she didn’t like our old fold-down, futon-on-a-frame couch. She didn’t think it was comfortable. Well, it wasn’t a dream couch, but it didn’t bother me enough to want to hunt down a better one. We’d gotten it new when we got up here to Alaska, and it had been an improvement over the ancient, government-issue one we’d had when we lived in Virginia. But it did have more than a decade of good use on it (although it still looked like new), and if we could find a decent replacement without paying an arm and a leg, I was okay with replacing it. So Rose began the hunt and had me sit on prospects when we were in various stores together.