Moose Appreciation Day

Yay moose! Let's hear it for moose. Like the young bull from last fall that found himself lost in the streets of my city and gave me an early morning bathroom experience that I'll never forget. (There's a certain seat in my bathroom that gives me a view out onto the street. While resting on this seat one Sunday I heard what sounded like someone with clown shoes running up the street. A young bull moose appeared in my view, he looked over the hill to where the street really goes into the city and had an expression that said "This is SO not where I want to be" so he turned and ran up the side street beside my apartment.)
My husband is convinced that there are no moose in NH, so when I came running in to the bedroom on a Sunday morning to try and show said moose to him only to be foiled by the fact that the moose had gone in a direction that was not viewable from our bedroom window his belief not only remained firm, but was reinforced by my lunatic, half naked ravings about a moose in the city.

Of course, what I really think moose appreciation day is all about is to act as a diversion from the fact that this is the first day of appreciating turkeys in an entirely different sense.

One you should avoid hitting with your car, but the other is darned tasty.