There is No Plural for Moose (and other tidbits from my day)

We had a lovely start to our Christmas holidays with a dinner at the home of our school counselor who lives in Kenora. She is a gracious lady of Mennonite background who has been involved with Grassy for over a decade on and off. She originally came to teach in the Christian School back when there was a Christian school here in Grassy. Now she is teaching some of the practical high school courses and also serving as the school counselor.

This was very encouraging after watching the rest of the staff leave yesterday to go home to their families. It was nice to have family right here, but hard to watch them go and know that we are not going home to ours this year. We were a bit mopey this afternoon. But our visit with D lifted our spirits a lot.

Last Friday night I was driving with all my antennae up for moose- no moose, but a trip into the ditch. Tonight we drove home in top defensive driving mode (ie. slow- 60 kmph the whole way) worried about a trip into the ditch- and saw two moose! It was a good thing that we were driving so slow, or we would definitely have had damage to the car. BIG creatures.

They were right in the middle of the road, out for an evening stroll. And our lights didn't exactly put them in a hurry to move off the road. One was very polite, moving to the side immediately (consideration embodied), but the other walked up the road, stopped and looked at our flashers, then walked a little farther. After carefully looking us over she decided to move on. They were slow enough that Fi even got a good look from the back seat.

That means my wildlife list is complete! Hooray!!

However, about 12km from home our lights picked up an ambulance in the ditch (so I am not the only one who finds these roads a bit treacherous). There was no one there, so we continued on home. It must have happened earlier in the day and be waiting for a tow truck in the morning.