Palouse Moose!

Getting to see a moose in a wheat field doesn't come around every year, but I'm guessing it is about number 6 for us. As we loaded into the truck this morning for school, straight ahead on the horizon in Robert's field, silhouetted by morning light was the unmistakable frame of a moose. I pointed, yelled moose and ran inside to grab the binoculars. Of course Ben thought we were about to be attacked by a herd of rampaging moose; poor guy got a pretty good adrenaline surge.

Young bulls are wanderers and go looking for new territory when mom kicks 'em out. Sometimes they go farther west than they should. West of here doesn't hold much moose habitat, so he will probably wander back into Idaho or north to the Turnbull eventually.

We saw one swimming down the Clearwater once, it emerged from the water and started running down the bike path towards Lewiston. Bet he had an interesting day.