I Am A Translator

A few nights ago there was a conversation in our family room that went something like this

The Prairie Kid: Dos moff...dos moff!
The Prairie Parents: What? Moth?
The Prairie Kid: Yep! Dos moff.
The Prairie Parents: What?
The Prairie Kid: Dos moff
The Prairie Parents: What? Moth?
The Prairie Kid: Yeah! Moff.

(This continues for several minutes)

The Prairie Kid: Dos moff.
The Prairie Parents: What?
The Prairie Kid: Dos moff, Mom. Ah-car, a dos moss.

All of the sudden I realized, The Prairie Kid was trying to say JOE MOSS! The car is what helped me decifer...he knows we have to go in the car to get to the Joe Moss headgate! Well, we did need to go and check the water so we put him in the car and off we went.

Well, last night we needed to go again. And this time we got to take Monica the Magnificent with because she was over for supper and hang out time. After we checked the water and were driving out we spotted a mama moose and a very young moose calf. And you all know me, the camera was out and ready to go! There is also a quick clip of an elk cow that has been hanging around by herself which means she has already calved and has a new baby hidden close by or she is about to pop out her calf. Enjoy!