Old Navy Shirt
American Vintage Nine West Pants
Doc Martens (thrifted)
Fossil Bag (thrifted)
Shell Pendant (handmade)
Today I was chased into the outhouse by a moose. I was outside, taking pictures and all of the sudden he blasted across the pond, I squealed and dashed into the outhouse.
We've had a moose handing around our property for the past week, he's being bedding down on the other side of our pond and eating all of the trees and he hasn't been much of a nuisance until now. I could see him hanging out over in the far treeline but because he was a ways away I figured it'd be okay to take some pictures near the house. I think he was curious because he wasn't aggressive and he was pretty interested in the tripod but still. That jerk. We don't even charge him rent and he pulls a stunt like this. (Maybe he just hates fashion bloggers.) I think he's dog food now though, he wandered off towards the dog lot that's down the road from us, we heard the dogs all start to howl and then two shots went off. We haven't seen him since then so it's not looking good for him.
Anyways, when you see a moose high tailing it towards you, you get out of the way. Being moose stomped is no fun.