It was easily seven feet tall at the shoulder, with long legs. Big spread of antlers. A showy rack. I’d heard that antlers like that can flip a person over a tree if things go bad.
I wasn’t worried. This moose looked lazy. Not moving. Sleepy-eyed, and busily chewing something. Too gawky to be a threat. A big, slow bull.
Well, that theory’s bull. I can laugh now. Actually, the moose did some laughing at the time. Or at least I thought he did.
I was somewhere near Yellowstone, in the woods. I’d seen a Western Tanager and other birds that we don’t have back home.

Western Tanager
Gray Jays, Clark’s Nutcrackers, Steller’s Jays, a Golden Eagle overhead, big noisy Ravens; and a few Northern Flickers, that are called “Red-Shafted” out west.
These have red under their wings, a red Nike swoosh on their faces instead of a black one like eastern Flickers have. And no red on their heads. Quirky little regional variations in design.
Then I saw a dark brown animal and I stopped caring about the design of red-shafted Northern Flickers. At first I thought it might’ve been a grizzly. If it had been, I’d have been meat.
But it was a moose. I’d never seen one before. I had a camera, and the animal wasn’t moving. This was going to be good. I eased in for a better look.
The moose heard one camera click too many, too near, and spun toward me. Fast. Faster than a horse. I’d never seen any big animal move like that. Quick feet for a monster. Its racked-up head swung toward me and dipped, a clear sign that it meant business.
I’d seen bison earlier, and a distant bear, too. Both bison and bear, though big, moved slowly. The moose was bigger. How could it be coming on like a lightweight fighter?

Easily seven feet at the shoulder…
I took off. He might be faster on paper, but this wasn’t on paper, and I don’t think anything could’ve caught me.
But I ran into boggy ground I hadn’t noticed. Soon my feet sunk to the ankles. Wet mud grabbed my boots. I went down on my belly. Got a face full of warm glop. It tasted like worm.
My camera was under me but didn’t get ruined. Neither did I, as it turned out. When I looked for the moose, it was way back there, pulling up vegetation, unconcerned.
But I heard him laugh. I’m pretty sure it wasn’t the vegetation he was chewing; it was laughter.
I couldn’t blame the moose. I’d run into a bog and fell in mud. He’d made his point (“Don’t get so damn close, camera boy!”), and I looked like a clown.
All in all, a good experience and fun memory. It emphasized what I already knew: when you go bird watching you sometimes see other things.
Once, I saw a fox chasing several deer—an inexplicable incident. There’s more to bird watching than watching birds.
And another thing to know: big, lumbering characters should not be underestimated. They can be faster than they look. If you’re lucky, they’ll have a sense of humor, but don’t count on it.
One of the best realizations of the incredible speed and quickness of this amazing animal I have ever read – Thanks. I live with these guys, they are often in my yard, even more often in my town, and their quickness and agility never cease to amaze me. I have learned to never make assumptions when they are around. Always give them more room than you think you should and all the respect they deserve.
Thanks again.
Hey Mike, I think the hidden bird of the month is an – – – – – – – -. It reminds me of when I was a kid living in Asheville, N.C. They would come to my dad’s feeders in the back yard every year. I guess I got my interest in watching the birds from him. Thanks for the site and keep up the good work. Lee
Hey, a crash with a roo would be high adventure to us. And the birds of Australia…or Oz…as it’s known in slang, are a whole other world for Americans. You guys may not have the big animals like moose, but your beer cans make ours look puny. Thanks for the comment, Geoff.
What a beautifully described action incident! I’ve walked up quite close for photos in Rocky Mntns NP but the bull stayed on the other side of his ladies. I might be thinking about risk and escape paths next time! We have a fantastic range of birds here in Oz and seldom are at risk from such powerful animals… apart from an overly friendly large Kangaroo at a picnic venue, or a recent experience when a large roo nearly jumped into my passing open car, when I was saved by the A pillar. He jumped away bruised and probably annoyed but I had 3 panels to fix!
Moose do seem to have a sense of humor. The only bull Moose my wife and I have seen was also in Yellowstone, but much further away. As soon as we got in a position to take pictures, it started ambling away. I think it must have liked Monty Python’s French knights, as it did much more than fart in our general direction. Then it disappeared into the trees.
But I guess I’d rather that than what happened to you!