Boys Being Boys (Again)

Moose sparring in our side yard

And not a cow in sight. I looked. It wasn’t all sparring either. In fact, during the time I watched them they mostly ignored each other, one content to mow down what’s left of the raspberry plants while the other munched garden discards he found in the high grass. Happy Wife figured the sparring was just practice for when they get older. Probably true, being these were young boys.