photo taken September 2009
Once he “killed” the moose, Charlie settled down in the grass to enjoy it. He would lick it delicately, then strike it with a sharp bite, then lick some more.
Charlie was in a state of rapture with the moose, and I was about three feet from him, taking pictures. And he did the most darling, endearing thing: he got up and left his moose in the grass, slinked over to me with very submissive posture, ears folded back, and a look in his eyes that said, “That moose is really mine?!? I can hardly believe my great fortune…. Thank you….” And he stood beside me while I pet him and then he returned to the moose.
He got up every 3 or 4 minutes to repeat this and profess his gratitude.