Guess who came to breakfast....
This is another plus-sized moose, like the one who wanted to make George his bitch a few months ago, and he is standing with his giant ass right across the path to the carport.
So I start by asking him to leave, especially since the tree he is so avidly munching is the memorial tree for Jay's dog Raven. He doesn't even look at me. I jingle my keys. That gets me a very baleful "I don't come to your dinner table and do that" look. So I take his picture and then call
Keep in mind, I'm still planning on leaving the house. I start to leave the yard, walking towards the moose, and he turns around and gives me a look that says "Don't even try it, pixiestyx." so clearly that I back right back into the yard and stand there with my hand on the gate in case he tries something. After a few minutes I got up the courage to walk to George, with the moose scrutinizing my every move, and pull out. Of course, the moose is standing right behind where I usually drive, so I pull the other way and go around the block.
In front of the house there is a baby moose standing in Jay's driveway and looking in his living room window.