It’s been a long time between moose sightings so maybe you’ll forgive me for nearly driving into the ditch when I spotted this guy.
The beauty of moose is that they are perfectly suited for my wildlife spotting skills. They are huge – almost impossible to miss – and their natural dark camouflage is particularly useless in bright yellow canola. Perfect!
What were the odds of this all coming together in my hour and a half drive? Slim to none as my hundreds of other miles of moose-country driving will attest. I have discovered that saying I am looking for moose and actually finding one are slightly different. What was I looking for again? I knew there were moose in the area but I somehow had to take the right grid road at precisely the same time as the moose was close enough to the road to photograph.
When the excitement happened, the light was so low that I pushed all my camera settings while hoping I could get something useable. But it seemed to work enough to get something and I was beyond thrilled.
I must not forget to thank the farmer who carefully planted the foreground … err canola and fertilized it so it would provide such a wonderful setting for the moose. He appears to be almost swimming in the sea of flowering canola. The truth is he’s clomping through it with those giant hooves, knocking down stalks while grazing away. Maybe I won’t bother to thank the farmer. Chances are he might prefer to harvest it himself.
So it was just me, the moose, a little light, canola and trees in the background. Yup that’s all it took.
The moose seemed a lot less excited than me. He gave me a few looks and kept on eating. I probably would have done the same in his hooves.