I´m going to share something with you that only those near and dear to me know...my Dad gave me a nickname growing up. Several actually, although the majority of nicknames played off the original. Are you ready? A-Moosie, or Moose....or Amoose. Yeah, I know...sweet eh? What every teenage girl wanted to be called...I know...you see as I was growing there was a period I went through three pairs of tennis shoes in three months. That is when I got the nickname from my Dad and it stuck. I was growing as big as a moose...then my name Amy....A-Moose....Amoosie...you get the drift...
It wasn´t the best nickname I could have thought of for myself at the time but over the years it´s grown on me and I find it endearing now. Of course no one calls me that anymore...not even Dad really. However when I see these guys....
I can´t help but feel a sense of unity with them...how lovely to be associated through a nickname to such a magnificent animal.
I sat in my warm home drinking a cup of coffee and watching this fellow/lady through my binoculars in utter awe and amazement. Such a patient and slow moving animal. As I opened my window to take these photos the cats who were outside heard me and began crying...Mr./Ms. Moose heard the cat and stopped and stared for what seemed like forever in the direction of the house....not moving, simply looking like a statue...then ever so slowly turned in the slowest motion and moved quietly and slowly even further into the woods....
This amazing animal lives somewhere in the woods across from my house. I don´t see him/her that often which is amazing considering this isn´t a very big island...but I see footprints and I see he/she is on the move a lot...you´d think as slowly as they move and as small as this island is and as big as the moose is you´d see them more often but amazingly enough this is a rare experience and one I treasure every time I get it.
The other night I made a stew with Moose meat. I know, all animal lovers are probably angry with me over that one...but such is life. Moose meat is actually a fantastic meat if you´ve never tried it. My kids had it for the first time the other night and then all of them in unison said we needed to catch the moose we had seen so we could have more of the wonderful meat! They are such little Vikings these offspring of mine! Have you ever tried moose meat? What is the best way you´ve had it prepared?
Tonight we´re doing scallops. If the recipe I am planning to use turns out I´ll share it with you. I would have shared the moose dish with you but totally forgot about blogging and photographing that evening- can you imagine?
Until next time my friends....
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Oh, wonderful moose shots! I've only ever been near one in the wild a couple of times. They are huge and lovely!
I think that you had a cute nickname!
Cute nickname! I love seeing moose in the wild. I got to see some in Montana and Wyoming. Wonderful photos and great sighting of the moose.
All of these years, and I don't think I've seen one up close. Not much wildlife in the lower mainland, LOL.
Just drunks, and bin crawlers.
Grew up on moose meat, my Dad was a hunter...it's great, but what we would have given for a beef burger when we were teens...
Jen @ Muddy Boot Dreams
Fine bilder av skogens konge :)
Hils resten av gjengen :)
A live . . . real . . close up moose . . . I have never seen. Just pictures, movies and your fabulous photos. The meat, I haven't tried . . . my hubby has though, does that count?
I can see how the name moose stuck when you were growing by leaps and bounds but hearing an endearing "shout out" for today . . . "Hey Moose", not so much . . .
My maiden name Peacock provided many moments of teasing during my junior/high school days. I weathered the storm and in my early teaching days I was often Miss Pheasant as well as Miss Peacock . . .
Elgsteak og elg gryte er noe av det beste jeg vet!
OMG! My nickname on my Dad's side is also "moose"!!!! Because of my big feet at such a young age :(
Another thing we have in common!
Love those moose pics! I carry may moose bag that you made for me all the time!
Thank you for such a lovely comment on my post, Amy. I appreciate you more than you know!
xo, misha
p.s. hook up your email to your profile so I can respond to your comments via email :) Otherwise, I am forgetful. Ha!
Interesting, Amy. Guess what my boyfriend (now my husband) used to call me when we were young?
Moosie.
He often shortened it to Oosie.
Needless to say, I was not amused.
We had moose meat for an entire winter back in the late 80's. We had corned moose and cabbage, moose burgundy, Szechuan moose, and just about anything you could think of cooked with beef. When we had to go back to beef, it took a while to get used to again. Ours was a fairly young animal and we aged the meat. There was not a tough piece on it.
I saw moose a few times in Alaska, and up close they're insanely huge. And yeah, I ate moose a few times that friends had harvested, and enjoyed it. I didn't kill it, and I'm not sure I would any more, I'm live and let live these days. As regards your Dad's nickname for you, I think it's lovely in a Dad-love kind of way.
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