Our family has had several run-ins with Mooses, (Meese?) because we live in a heavily wooded aria, but luckily they have all ended happily, for both us and the beast.
Run in # 1:
Some of my siblings were walking back to the house from our barn, and as they walked down the path they saw a moose. It was standing in the front yard, in a position that it could easily intercept and capture the unlucky children if it so chose before they got to the house. My sister told the little ones that there was a moose and that they should all stand still and not panic. They panicked. My little brother, who was about three at the time, dashed toward the house with as much speed as could be generated with his short legs, screaming that they were all going to die. The moose, being neither deaf, dumb, nor blind, noticed the screaming banshee dashing for the house and resolved to stop it. It charged. The siblings ran.
Luckily for them, mooses are quite clumsy and ungraceful. Their stroke of luck came in the form of the moose tripping. It went sprawling onto the ground amidst a flurry of legs, plowing a furrow in our yard. The kids were able to secure the shelter of the house before the enraged beast could collect all of its legs and come after them. It looked around, said “What was I doing again?” and left.
Run in # 2:
We were sitting in our dining room doing school, (yes we are all home schooled) when we looked up and saw two meese peering in at us. We jumped up and peered out the window at them. There was a big cow and a bull with giant antlers. They looked at us longingly, wishing they could stomp on us. They tried to convince us to go outside and be stomped on, but we would not be swayed by their honeyed words, so we took some pictures of them, and they left.
Run in # 3:
We have a pet goat that we tie out in different parts of our property to eat the weeds during the day, and then at night we put her in her stall in the barn.
One night I was sent out to retrieve the goat. It was pitch black, and I couldn’t see anything. We have a river out behind our house and the goat was tied on the bank. We have two dogs, and we have a electric wire under the ground that will shock our dogs through their collars if they pass it so they cant run away, and unfortunately it would not allow the dogs to come out to the river with me. So I proceeded alone.
I got close to the goat and saw that she was at the end of the rope, straining to get away from the river. I was a bit surprised, because she was a very un-scareable goat. I walked to the tree that she was tethered to and started to untie her. Then, right next to me, the water in the river started splashing. I looked up, and looked right into a big black eye, filled with evilness! It was seriously two inches away. I had a staring contest with it, having heard that eye contact would scare most animals away, but apparently this moose had not heard about that. Next plan: get away. Unfortunately, I couldn’t leave the goat, who was more scared then I. So I untied her with the moose breathing down my neck. Then we ran, with the moose chasing us, out to the barn, I tied up the goat, and then ran, with the moose chasing me, back to the house. I made it inside without getting stomped, and locked the door. I made a face at it. It hung out for a while, making evil threats, then left.
Run in # 1:
Some of my siblings were walking back to the house from our barn, and as they walked down the path they saw a moose. It was standing in the front yard, in a position that it could easily intercept and capture the unlucky children if it so chose before they got to the house. My sister told the little ones that there was a moose and that they should all stand still and not panic. They panicked. My little brother, who was about three at the time, dashed toward the house with as much speed as could be generated with his short legs, screaming that they were all going to die. The moose, being neither deaf, dumb, nor blind, noticed the screaming banshee dashing for the house and resolved to stop it. It charged. The siblings ran.
Luckily for them, mooses are quite clumsy and ungraceful. Their stroke of luck came in the form of the moose tripping. It went sprawling onto the ground amidst a flurry of legs, plowing a furrow in our yard. The kids were able to secure the shelter of the house before the enraged beast could collect all of its legs and come after them. It looked around, said “What was I doing again?” and left.
Run in # 2:
We were sitting in our dining room doing school, (yes we are all home schooled) when we looked up and saw two meese peering in at us. We jumped up and peered out the window at them. There was a big cow and a bull with giant antlers. They looked at us longingly, wishing they could stomp on us. They tried to convince us to go outside and be stomped on, but we would not be swayed by their honeyed words, so we took some pictures of them, and they left.
Run in # 3:
We have a pet goat that we tie out in different parts of our property to eat the weeds during the day, and then at night we put her in her stall in the barn.
One night I was sent out to retrieve the goat. It was pitch black, and I couldn’t see anything. We have a river out behind our house and the goat was tied on the bank. We have two dogs, and we have a electric wire under the ground that will shock our dogs through their collars if they pass it so they cant run away, and unfortunately it would not allow the dogs to come out to the river with me. So I proceeded alone.
I got close to the goat and saw that she was at the end of the rope, straining to get away from the river. I was a bit surprised, because she was a very un-scareable goat. I walked to the tree that she was tethered to and started to untie her. Then, right next to me, the water in the river started splashing. I looked up, and looked right into a big black eye, filled with evilness! It was seriously two inches away. I had a staring contest with it, having heard that eye contact would scare most animals away, but apparently this moose had not heard about that. Next plan: get away. Unfortunately, I couldn’t leave the goat, who was more scared then I. So I untied her with the moose breathing down my neck. Then we ran, with the moose chasing us, out to the barn, I tied up the goat, and then ran, with the moose chasing me, back to the house. I made it inside without getting stomped, and locked the door. I made a face at it. It hung out for a while, making evil threats, then left.
2 comments:
I would have freaked out and been the one running as fast as I could and screaming at the top of my lungs. And as for the goat, you don't have to run faster than the moose, only faster than the goat.
Amen to Dan & Anne's comment. Those are scary experiences. Maybe you can get some meese traps. Love ya, Grandma & Grandpa.
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