My heart is still pounding.
Earlier this afternoon I had told one of our guests that moose are more dangerous than bears or mountain lions, and 4 or 5 people have been injured in moose attacks this year. The victims had been walking their dogs, and the moose (mooses?) had taken offence.
This evening I was crawling backwards out of the chicken coop after checking to make sure they were in for the night, and had my little pocket flashlight in hand. I closed and latched the coop door and was still on my hands and knees when I heard something behind me. I turned and lit up a moose kneecap about 15 inches from my face on the other side of a chicken wire fence. I made some sort of growling/shrieking sound and the moose ran off, followed by another moose a pace or two behind it.
I know moose are big, but when you are on your hands and knees right beside two of them, it gives you a whole 'nother perspective.
(And surprisingly, I didn't even crush the egg I was holding in my hand...)