Man, it is sooooo oppressively hot and humid. Let’s](http://www.maniacworld.com/twin-baby-moose-in-sprinkler.html%22%3ELet%27s) go out to the backyard and play under the sprinkler …
djm
cute vid, innit!
I thought the one was going to try the slide for a minute there.
Heh. Kids and sprinklers.
T
Loooks like they was having fooon.
(And I found the soccer ball. Eventually.)
I completely misread the subject for this.
While those little mooses are cute, I would rather have a bear in my yard then an adult mama moose. Those things can be deadly.
Besides, one time a moose bit my sister. 
I was wondering how long it would take for that one to surface.
That will surely teach your sister not to try karving her initials into the side of a møøse with the sharpened end of an interspace tøøthbrush given her by Svenge - her brother-in-law - an Oslo dentist and star of many Norwegian møvies: “The Høt Hands of an Oslo Dentist”, “Fillings of Passion”, “The Huge Mølars of Horst Nordfink”.
djm
nice gif
Growing up in the ‘sticks’ north of Duluth MN., momma and baby moose combos were a common early morning sight in our front yard… and the occasional bear too. This vid brought back some great memories, thanks djm! 
I claim no credit. I just passed it on as it came to me. When Catholics carry on about how animals have no souls, I just point to candid vids like this that show how much fun animals like to have when they get the chance. How can you dance and laugh if you have no soul?
djm
Actually humans have no soul, just like all the other animals. Of course nothing like having a completely submerged moose come up out of the water about three feet off the bow of your teeny tiny canoe to make you pray that somebody preseve your soul. Thank goodness I could just go over the side of the boat to clean-up. 
Man, that would sure be enough to soil one’s armor!
djm
Not as much as stepping on two 4+ft. water moccasins simultaneously with each foot while trying to count heron nests. 
Adrenaline is such a wonderful thing.
Watermoccs have been known to literally chase people through the woods!
We have quite a few GBHs here in town. One male attacked another along the river bank the other morning as I passed (actually glided right by me at eye level, straight at the other male on the far river bank). The sound the second GBH made was remarkably like the bark of a small dog: high pitched and harsh.
I recall that their nest trees (GBHs, not small dogs) tend to be totally dead due to the corrosive nature of GBH excrement. I’ve read that it will literally strip the paint off cars, and that the smell ensures the GBH’s predators are few and far between, and known to be nasally challenged.
djm
Moose, you say? Then I won’t need to post my annual summertime cooling-off recipe.