When I lived in Hamilton, we used to shop at Big Fresh supermarket.  They had a fibreglass cow in the dairy section that mooed when you pushed a button, and sometimes you could buy big bags of chicken feet.  On Saturdays they sold goat meat, and there would be a big banner hanging up in the meat department saying “Saturday is goat day!”

Well, Saturday might be goat day, but Sunday is definitely moose day.  I have seen moose on the last 3 sundays in a row, so clearly I’m on a roll.  The first was when driving between Bjursås and Falun.  I spotted a moose standing just in the forest at the edge of the road, canoodling with a tree.  The following Sunday, we had just come back from a garden fair in Gothenburg and were sitting in Linus’s mother’s house when a moose went galloping across the open field in front of the house, pursued by a flock of birds.  And the next sighting was, we think, the same moose – we were there again, waiting for a taxi to collect Linus’s grandparents.  We saw the taxi pull into the driveway to the neighbourhood, and then stop … because a moose was standing in its path.  Once it had let the taxi go by, it came for a stroll back past the house.

So, if you want to see a moose, come to Sweden and hang out with me on a Sunday.

In other wildlife sightings, I’ve recently seen a fox (much nicer looking than London foxes – orange, with a bushy tail & everything), plenty of deer (who’ve been eating my tulips – more on that later), and two badgers.  Both of the badgers were road-kill, so Linus said that I wasn’t really allowed to count them in my wildlife tally.  But as my friend Ben pointed out:

“Dead Badgers are still badgers. If I saw a dead Dragon I would count that as seeing a Dragon.”

So I reckon they count.

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  1. Around these parts, if the deer eat our tulips, we plant daffodils. They don’t like them and will leave them alone.