The Moose are Moving In

A week or so ago, I posted about a young bull moose who was hanging around the neighborhood eating all our plants. He came back last night and was in our front yard tasting some Canada Reds.

He looked over at a neighbor's condo and thought "Cool.  I am digging this neighborhood.  Open house!"  He read the sales sign to see if he recognized the realtor.

"What the hell?  I'm just killing time and eating trees."

"I'll just head up to the front door and knock"

"Too small.  No place to poop.  All the trees are on the outside. They don't accept moose cash.   I'm leaving."

Sure enough, he headed down the hill to dine at another set of condos.