The Bull Moose
You know, when we went to Alaska, I fully expected to see animals: bears, moose, eagles–yada, yada, yada. And so you see the animal, take the picture, and walk away. Not so. The amount of wildlife we saw so exceeded our expectations.
When we arrived home from our trip, I uploaded some of the pictures to a popular photo sharing site and was amazed with the amount of comments that were racking up. One photo in particular received great reviews–the bull moose.
To me, it’s just a moose. I so wanted to see one in the wild, and my wish was fulfilled. Case closed. But I had no idea that this Bullwinkle, this Mini Moose would have yielded so many responses: “I never before see this thing . . . I am breathless . . . is so amazing!”
I was at first teeming with pride over what I thought were compliments for my photographic skills, my great-seeing eye but, no, it was for this wild animal that people halfway across the world had never before seen, may never see.
Having looked at this photo many times since sharing with the world, I now see it differently. I see an animal designed to slog through three feet of snow, thus the long legs. I see a large body that will reduce heat loss due to the low surface area -to-volume ratio. I see a year-old moose that must fend for himself as his mother rejects him to prepare for the next generation. I see an animal that can weigh anywhere from 1,400-1,800 pounds. I see a noble animal that, according to rock and cave drawings, has existed since the Stone Age.
Thus I see not just a moose but a spectacular animal in an environment with whom we must share, who has adapted to his environment–even the constant gawkings and picture-taking by humans.
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