Running with moose
“I don’t have nipples on my ankles”, I blurt out as the hungry mule deer fawn butts me again. She nuzzles the protective boot covers I’m wearing and pulls on the hem of my coveralls, kneels down and nudges my ankle with her forehead again. Why does she keep looking for milk way down there?
Again, I offer her the bottle she abandoned in favour of my ankles while her foster brother sucks ecstatically on the bottle in my other hand. But she seems to have lost interest in finishing her milk. A couple more nudges against my shoe covers, and she wanders over to the fence where the six moose calves are already calling for our attention, wanting milk. The morning rush at Tim Horton’s is nothing compared to this.
I’ve been helping out my co-volunteer Brooke with the deer and moose feedings on occasion now. Moose in particular are difficult to raise in human care. They are very susceptible to diseases, easily get diarrhea and have very diverse food preferences, preferring to browse on a great variety of plants. Feeding the fawns and moose involves putting on clean, protective coveralls, gloves, and shoe covers so we don’t unwittingly carry germs that might cause diseases into the enclosures.
The male deer fawn, long eyelashes halfway lowered over his smoky blue-grey eyes, is almost done with his bottle. To encourage him to poop, I begin scratching above and next to his twitching tail. Funny how that works: just a few seconds later deer pellets fall to the ground.
The three deer fed, Brooke and I enter the moose pen. This is easier written than done as all six calves push against us, shouldering each other out of the way. Above the tangle of spindly moose legs the velvety, long-whiskered noses stab at me as I quickly grab two bottles and push the nipples into the closest calves’ mouths. The soft brown eyes lose the hungry expression and concentrate inward. The bottles empty within no time, and the two moose are like different animals, turning away with an almost bored expression on their faces. They stand around as if wondering what to do now that their bellies are full. One of them folds her front legs and lies down.
By now, Brooke is an old pro at making moose get up: in order to digest the milk properly, moose calves and deer fawns should not lie down right after feeding. She pushes and pulls on the calf. “Come on, get up.” Reluctantly, the calf raises her bum into the air and pushes herself up on those impossibly long legs. “Let’s walk with them.”
The calves just stand and stare as we walk away from them, calling for them to follow. I break into a run, kicking up my legs in a probably very poor imitation of a running moose. “Come on!” One takes a couple of steps forward, setting the other five moose into motion. Now they are all following me.
I leap through the tall grass and bushes in my coveralls and powder-blue booties, hooves thundering behind me. Through the underbrush we go, running for the tall spruces. I stop and turn around. All the moose calves stop immediately and stare at me. I start running again, and so do they, following me through the enclosure until we are back where we started. The calves begin nosing through the cut up fruit they get free choice as part of their food.