When A Moose Tries To Crash Through Your Front Door.

Apparently Baby Bullwinkle Needs A Sweater and Space Heater

It's been a very long day, and my tail is dragging, so tonight's post will be short on prose and filled instead with bemused levity. I was on my way to the library for a shift this afternoon, when I saw a large form snuggled up to the hood of my next door neighbor's mini-van. The first thought that went through my brain was, "Gee, that's a big dog!" The pony size apparition was a young moose, and as I stopped to check him out he almost ran through our neighbor's front door. I like to run through that door too, so I understand the sentiment. My neighbor Kim makes the best homemade artisan bread I have ever tasted. Give me a slice of that chewy goodness, a nice fire to curl up next to, and I might purr. Hmm....I think I better go find something to eat!

Good night to you all!!!

I took this picture today, while in my car, with my snow-dusted iPhone.