When my partner woke me up yesterday, at a ridiculously late hour (because I had stayed up all night writing again, you see), I ran downstairs, grabbed my camera and excitedly began shooting. Because, really, is there anything cuter than baby moose?
There was another calf around too but it was behind the woodpile and I couldn’t manage it in any of the shots. P.S. I took these from our bedroom window because mama moose was close by and I didn’t dare step outside and risk her wrath.