First of all came the seed crackers. The Red-breasted Nuthatch and the Brown creeper to join the flickers, chickadees and other wintering birds.
Saturday morning I looked out the back window and found this young bull moose that had lost his antlers trying to enjoy the grandkid's play things. The tree it is looking at is their favorite climbing tree and it, and the swings are part of the "Ninja" course we set up for the energetic kids during the summer. He appeared to want to run the course.
He had left several piles of fresh "green olives" around the lawn and I suggested to the kids that we dip them in chocolate and sell them as snacks. Their mothers discouraged that.
On Sunday morning I found the moose sleeping in my garden. He decided to stop by the neighbor's outhouse before heading to the river bottoms, but he found the door shut. I am sure he thought that the "R" on the R Mountain was referring to the outhouse as the "restroom."
There are a lot of blessings living between the Teton and Henrys Fork Rivers - and near the wilds of Idaho.