Last summer our garden was plagued with moose problems in the fall. In fact the neighborhood moose were more than happy to harvest almost all of our peas and broccoli for us, much to my keen disappointment. But so far this year we have been moose safe and so thankful.
That was until yesterday. My mother took this picture in the afternoon when I was in town for Physical Therapy. You can imagine my sheer anxiety over it. Everything in the garden is peak for growing and harvesting, by us and NOT by the moose. When I told Josh over the phone that we had moose visitors he reminded me that the 22 was in the basement and I had to use it to scare them away. Well last night when these boys showed up once again for a snack I used a tennis ball instead, not smart on my part. A hour later we heard them once more. So now as I write this post my 22 sits next to me. These boys need to know that I am willing to sit up all night if necessary, but that produce is mine, not theirs!!
**Update: The moose showed up around 5:20 this morning and I heard them, even though I had finally gone to bed. Josh used the 22 to shoot near them and scared them off. Something about the sound of a gun shot is a lot scarier to them than me shouting. I will keep a close watch on my yard for these visitors again today but hopefully they were scared enough to go graze somewhere else. I am just so thankful to still have my broccoli plants this morning.**