Woke up this Sunday morning to an event Landon called "a moose convention". We watched as, one by one, nine moose walked out of the trees below the house and congregated on the flats. They were pretty far out by the time the light got bright enough to snap a picture. They stayed together for an hour (just long enough for their Sunday morning service), ate a fellowship meal together, then went on their seperate ways. I wonder if they'll hold an evening service? Grayson is feeling much better, but is having a hard time learning the difference between a toothbrush and a hairbrush! Landon and I stayed up late watching John Wayne in "North to Alaska" on DVD, and now that song is stuck in my head.
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