Well, this day has come and gone. It’s now almost Thanksgiving and the trees are no longer dressed, the turkeys make their rounds, the deer leave their tracks, the owls hoot their mating calls, occasional wood ducks float on the pond and the moose dances in the wind. My grandson, Tyler, sent me this moose. He knows my passion for these northern beasts. I hope to bring one here…she can take Zeppi’s place.