Just needed to share with you the proliferation of large, hoofed mammals that have been coinciding in my life lately. This is the lovely photo of the lovely moose that Erin and I found galloping down the dirt road from the AMC camp we stayed at in 100-Mile Wilderness Maine this weekend. We named her Sadie (or Erin did, but I couldn't help but have reservations since this is one name I had secretly picked out as a good baby daughter name someday, and now I have this odd story to tell her about where I got the name--"from a moose honey! and not just any moose, the first one I ever saw."). And in addition to this, I had a dream last night about giraffes. I vaguely remembered this when a 9th grader named Danielle at the Green Teens Day event I participated in today was discussing what she does as a volunteer at the Franklin Park Zoo. "We got to go behind the cages and see the baby giraffe," she told me. "He was six feet tall!" Now I am wondering, was it a coincidence that I dreamt about a giraffe last night, or is that we dream about all kinds of crazy stuff like that but never find out unless someone or something happens to remind you of it the next day? Sigh...I shall never know. Well have a lovely animal kingdomabulous weekend, lovelies.
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