Meet Matilda

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Matilda is a moose.

At times, she doesn’t look like a moose.  But then she’ll turn and by golly, then she’s a moose.

But that whole eating on her knees thing had me, to quote one of my all-time, most-disliked-persons-ever, gobsmacked.

(No, I’m not going to mention the person’s name.  She shall remain nameless.  If you know me, then you know who gets under my skin the most.)

Anyhoo.  Matilda.

She was coming every night to munch on the yummy green grass out in the front.  Even when we would drive in, she wasn’t deterred.  She’d get up, mosey on over by the barn and stand there, waiting.  Sort of just waiting for the rubberneckers to scoot on by so she could get on with it.  And then she did.

Several nights she’d bed down there out in the middle of that green grass.

Then the snow started falling.  Over two feet of it here.  And then the bear arrived.  And Matilda has moved on to greener pastures I suppose.

Though, to be sure, it’s awfully green out there right now.  And the aspen trees that didn’t succumb to the middle-of-May snowstorm have got buds on them now that are starting to look like leaves.  Oh my.  Green grass, leaf buds and bears…oh my!

Yes, the bear is back.  Well, we’re not entirely sure it’s the same bear.  But he (or she) was in the yard the night the snow started.  Pacing the fence trying to find a way out, as he/she seemingly forgot the way he/she walked in (through the open gate).

So.  Spring has finally sprung.  Just in time for summer it looks like!  As is usual here.  We’ve got green grass, zipping, juking and jiving hummingbirds (they didn’t all get obliterated by the snowstorm thank goodness), budding aspen trees, columbines trying to peep through the piles of matted leaves (oy vey…yes I’m going to go pick up the dreaded pronged implement that cleans up the detritus of last year), GOPHERS in the yard (don’t EVEN get me started), and not a speck of white stuff in sight.  Well, off in the distant yonder one can ponder the peaks of the Snowy Range, or the Zirkels or the Rawahs for that matter.  But that’s ok.  It’s not in the front yard!  And the pond is visible from the front porch.  This is unusual.  It has substantially overflowed its banks and has become quite the haven for the waterfowl.  Unfortunately for you I am not up in the waterfowl identification world, so we’ll suffice it to say that a lot of pretty duck-type-birds are hanging out there!

And that is the news from the ranch.  Our little ranch-type part of the world anyway.  It’s gorgeous and warm and green with a perfect blue sky overhead and the hungry little hummingbirds zinging around like tie-fighters out there is music to my ears.    All in all, it’s shaping up to be a perfect day.

Blessings be on you and yours.

About madranchwife

Mother, Mad Ranchwife(as in--at times-- crazy, nutso, loco, off-my-rocker insane), Veterinarian, Physical Therapist, "Liberal, pinko, gay-loving, Subaru-driving Socialist" (as I've been called), proud to be a totally tree-huggin', climate change believin', granola girl environmentalist, ObamaGirl, Pro-Choice (don't even get me started here...), and in my younger days a feminist vegetarian as a result of time spent at CU Boulder (this lasted approximately 14 months, until all the Jimmy Buffett I was listening to caused me to crave a cheeseburger). Now I just get pleasure out of swimming against the stream and ruffling a few feathers here in the wild west state of Wyoming!
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One Response to Meet Matilda

  1. barbara coyle says:

    loved your photos of that little moose! Awesome!

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