"Hey, guys. What do you see?" I stare for awhile and don't see anything but snow falling from the trees. Jesse figures there's nothing to hurt them and looks at me for food. I go in the hay shed, cut the strings on a bale of hay, and look over my shoulder.
"Washoe, what is so interesting?"
I put their hay in the feeder and they ignore me, so I stand and watch with them. Soon there is a movement and out walks a very young moose.
I hurry home for a camera and Bill comes back with me. I cropped this picture hoping it would really look like a moose.