Warning…. this moose is not alive.
But it’s not exactly dead, either. Kinda the steampunk moose.
Warning…. this moose is not alive.
But it’s not exactly dead, either. Kinda the steampunk moose.
The Norwegian “ghost” moose.
What can I say, it’s an EXCRUCIATINGLY detailed close up of a moose nose, complete with sound effects.
This is pretty funny too, and much shorter. Poor dog is baying his fool head off.
Okay, parts of this are pretty funny, but it’s very long.
Why, they even have mandolin lessons.
Moose brings down helicopter
Moose???? No, an art student.
Deb forwarded this link. I was reading along, thinking it was a nice salute to Canada from across the pond, and then, buried halfway down the page, is a zinger which makes it all worthwhile.
It’s been bally ages since I posted a decent picture of a moose. This was forwarded by Cousin Gerald. Cousin Gerald is, in no particular order, one of my favourite cousins, a cartographer, a granddad, a tireless scourer of the inertnest in search of cool pix for my blog, and a guy whom I’m yet to meet.
Yes, one of my favourite cousins is somebody I have never met! Can such things be?! Well, if a guy can travel 2500 miles to hook up with somebody with whom he’s been text messaging for 2 years, I guess so. There were four things that Cousin Gerald did that made me love him, even at this remove; he sent me a picture that was nothing but rebuses of band names, which required myself Keith and Kate to review it for about half an hour, as it was one of those puzzles that could only be solved with intergenerational cooperation; the expression on his face in any pictures where he’s holding his grandson; the way he now checks snopes.com before he forwards me stuff (some people never get this, and Cousin Gerald had no trouble….) and the picture he sent me of his workspace. Even if he never sent me another moose pic, I would still smile every time I see an inbound message from Cousin Gerald.
YES this pic is heavily photoshopped. That is indeed part of its charm.
By copy to the Toronto posse, I am COMING. I will descend upon you mid-February for a long weekend of insanity and mayhem, and then flee back to warmer climes.
Keith is one step closer to being admitted to Optician school. There’s only 15 spots so keep your fingers crossed.
Once again, from the indefatigable Cousin Gerald. This conclusively demonstrates some of the hazards of construction in Newfoundland.
Lady Miss Banjola has found a veritable cornucopia of moose.
As she remarked, Moosily Yours. Oh, and try to find the pic that has the charming translated from the Russian tag Sometimes calves sleep in a very discomfortable pose (from our point of view)