And - the dogs growled and barked....and ran ahead and returned...and then ran back.
What is it that they were telling me?
What danger lurked?
What fun? What pleasure? What joy?
And - the dogs danced their excitement and fear and curiosity.
A ghost - perhaps. A ghost - for sure.
Right there in the middle of the cornfields.
Looking lost and baffled and scared.
Not even a yearling - I'm told.
His antlers are only beginning.
His fur is only just filling itself in.
My first moose.
On the loose.
In the middle of the newly planted cornfields.