By Paul Jenkins
By habit learned the hard way, leaving our house requires a quick look around for “bears, beavers and other critters,” as Jeremiah Johnson might say, before shutting the door — particularly nowadays.
This is the time of year when moose tend to forage in the woods behind the house, fattening up after a long, tough winter. The cows drop calves there, too, which makes them ornerier than wet hornets. Everything about the huge ungulates says, “I’ll kill you for fun,” and their mere presence calls for DEFCON 1-level vigilance to avoid being tap-danced into goo.
A few days back, after making our three dogs, two schnauzers and a teddy bear dog (yeah, yeah, I know) wait in the house while I scoped out the back yard and the woods — and, seeing and hearing nothing, I let them out and meandered onto to the deck behind them.