Wildlife: Mastertux emailed me to comment on the neighborhood skunk, and to ask about moose in our area.
Yes, we have moose. A big ol' female swam in our lake about this time last year. Normally they are very reclusive -- a survival trait.
There's more than one skunk too -- they're fairly bold right now for some reason. I saw a big white-fringed specimen run from the lake shore to our next-door neighbor's house.
This may be have been a third skunk -- there's always been skunk-burrows across the street, near the swimming-pool guy.
Ours is a timid, smaller, mostly black critter who visits the bird feeder tray after dark. We know he/she's there because the three cats line up at the sliding glass door and growl as a team. No bad smells yet!

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Weather: Rained all weekend, but it's warming up again. We crossed the Continental Divide on Monday -- Going To The Sun Road in Glacier National Park opened after all, about a week earlier than "normal." I've seen deeper snow -- most of it looks like it fell recently. There was a nasty avalanche crossing the deepest part of the canyon. They'd plowed through, but it had crossed Logan Creek from the south and piled trees up on the northern slope. It was pretty deep too.

Media Watch: Cary Grant, A Class Apart was a fairly good biography of the late versatile movie star: TURNER CLASSIC MOVIES HOME If they mentioned Arsenic & Old Lace, I missed it -- a fabulous job of over-acting!
World War Two movies and documentaries all weekend -- various mixes of truth and fiction, especially in the films.
The memorial to the veterans of this war was well-deserved, and it was good that we heard some of THEIR eyewitness stories.
Sunday is the 40th anniversary of the Normandy Invasion. By then over half the German army was killed or wounded, mostly on the Russian Front. We had all we could handle once we landed, and it took a years worth of slaughter on two fronts to finally defeat the Nazis.
When I lived in England, I noticed that every village had a memorial to the local men who'd perished in WWI and WWII. Some of those lists were pretty long -- and the hilltop memorial over Plymouth was all-too-huge.
I've seen Metz, where my friend Jack Kirby almost lost his life, trying to dislodge dug-in German troops in a narrow river valley, and Bastonge in 1976, where the hills and valleys were still littered with ordinance from the Battle of the Bulge!