We were looking out the kitchen window after coming home from our granddaughter's softball game and low and behold, a cow moose was in the meadow. She walked right over to the end of the farthest bridge and acted like she was going to walk across it before deciding that probably wasn't a great idea and turned around.
Today, we were standing at another window watching the rain come down and four white-tail bucks wandered up from the creek, moseyed along the fence like they were in a parade, across the driveway and back into the woods on the other side.
I had to move Cleo's food dish into the kitchen because the washing machine scared her.We just received a new shipment of books and she nearly turned inside out when she went to go out the front door and saw the boxes stacked outside on the porch. It was rather comical but sometimes I wonder how many frights her poor little heart can take.