Last time we heard from my Uncle Pete, (yes, the one who was in the paper posing with a potato he grew that was shaped like a moose), was that he had some uninvited houseguests chomping on the vintage at his homestead on Alaska's Kenai Peninsula.
While a moose in your front yard might stand out in, say, Florida, that sort of thing is moderately common in Alaska.
There's plenty to do between moose visits.
Apparently he's upset about the cookie jar in the foreground.
As Pete tells it:
About an hour after taking the Mt. Redoubt pix, I looked out our front window and yelled for Cecile. ""LOOK WHO IS OUT HERE!!!!!!"This is the baby moose that is all alone. Must have got lost from the momma that has been eating Cecile's flower arrangements and lettuce. We are glad... this is the Moose Food Bank!!!!
Of these next two photos, Pete writes:
Our Baby pulled over the flower pot and it scared her. She took off.
The salmon don't stand a chance.
The Last Fuzzy Slipper Frontier.
There's a bar in them thar country.
Sunsets, salmon and civil ceremonies.
Volcanoes, churches and halibut.
A fantasy RV for The Last Frontier.
Heading north to the homestead.
Publicizing moose-shaped tubers.