No matter how long I live here…

… I will never tire of the sight of moose in my yard placidly nibbling on my birch bushes.  My neighbors have a birch that actually managed to grow into a tree and I can watch as the big moose rears on his/her hind legs to reach up to those branches. They do it with such ease and grace for an animal that is seemingly so large and heavy.

Why would anyone ever want to live someplace where there wasn’t at least the possibility of looking into their front yard in the morning to find moose grazing there in the snow?