Like this:

Susan and I have been watching a moose all year – first as a calf, with its mother, then alone after the mother got hit by a truck. At one point we thought it had the “brain worm”  - parelaphostrongylus tenuis,  if you really need to know – because it was acting very strange, but the DNR biologist came to check and said it was probably drunk on apples.  (I have a quite wonderful short video of the moose staggering in the rain, falling to its knees, dancing in a tight circle, trying to scratch its ears with its front hooves).

Last night I was awakened at midnight by people talking on the Cabot Trail in front of our place. A big pickup truck with one headlight, and a little car. They drove away, slowly. I went to check and found the little moose dead beside the road.

This morning there was a Tim Horton’s cup beside the carcass.

That makes about 15 vehicle-moose collisions this year that I know about, so far, between St. Ann’s and Smokey.

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