I don't really intend this post to be all about how grumpy I feel, however. I just needed to vent a bit, but also wanted to share a little scat talk.
I took a small group out snowshoeing on Thursday. The day was beautiful. The snow wasn't great, a bit hard and crusty. But it was perfect for recording the imprints of animals. Especially heavy animals, like moose.
We noticed some tracks in and around a somewhat bushy area, and being a fan of animal tracks, I took my group over to check them out. As we got closer, there they were. No, not moose, but big, brown piles of fresh moose scat.
In the tracks, I noticed one of the dew claws was injured and bleeding a bit. The blood in the tracks was still very red, not old and brown. So this moose just left the area not too long before we got there. I kept my eyes peeled for any sign of them, but no luck. I guess they didn't like the sound of our loud snowshoes on the crusty snow.
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