You know you’re Canadian when …
… the biggest excitement on Easter Sunday comes not from the Risen Lord but from a young moose that’s wandered into your neighbourhood.
I should point out for readers who don’t know where we live that our neighbourhood is most definitely urban, not at all rural despite the grass and trees (and snow!!) shown in the picture. It’s a long way from here to anyplace a moose might feel at home.
The moose found himself trapped on a stretch of grass between the apartment building right behind our house, and the chain-link fence of the garage next to the apartment building. Police quickly arrived (as did neighbourhood gawkers like ourselves, and the CBC news) and had officers placed at the top and bottom of the grassy area, to keep the moose hemmed into that area until he could be shot with a tranquilizer gun.
He was out there about an hour, frantically trying to get through the fence. We missed the part where they finally brought him down but he was carried away, to the woods we presume, with a police escort, sirens blaring.