This morning I replaced the dishwasher. After about 15 years of service, it was time. I pulled the old one out, put in its replacement and ran a couple loads through it. It worked fine. So I hauled the old one out to the garage/hay barn to store it until the next trip to the landfill.
As I was getting ready to open the door and put the leaky old dishwasher into the garage, I heard a sound next to me. I glanced over my shoulder to see TWO HUGE FRICKING MOOSE coming around the corner about 2 feet from me. Yeah, yeah. I know. They were "long yearlings", just babies really. But they are still bigger than my horse (not that that takes much).
We all left the area in a HellOfAHurry. I went back into the lodge and told Juanita about the TWO HUGE FRICKING MOOSE and we went up on the roof to take pictures. They had already gotten over their fright and the "THREE" of them were eating our trees.
Some of you may wonder why I tend to flee when I see a moose. It's because they are the North American equivalent of a rhinoceros. Poor vision and cranky. I'd rather face a bear. At least our little black bears. I'm just glad we don't have grizz.
As for the dishwasher, it's still outside tonight.
Maybe next spring I'll put it away...