I had big plans for this morning's post. Not the run-of-the-mill "finally Friday is here" or "what a long week it's been", but something significant.
Alas and alack, my muse has deserted me.
The only thing of significance, this morning, is that the moose going walkabout in yesterday afternoon's post has adopted the community mailbox as his own.
He hunkered down in the yard across the road from the mailboxes, and huffed, snorted, and harrumphed at anyone who might have thought about retrieving their mail.
1,200 pounds of bull moose with what looked to be third-year antlers has certainly been around long enough to know what he wants, and how to defend it.
So we exercised the better part of valor, and allowed as how the mail will still be there today when I get home from work.
Mr. Moose wins this round.