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Writer's pictureDaniel Scannell

The Moose in My Back Yard




This little piece was inspired by two people: a friend from my Writers’ Group and my youngest

grandson, Joey, who was two years old, at the time. Now Joey believes everything, some of

which is not true, and my friend disbelieves everything, some of which is true. What do these

two individuals have in common?


A while back. the whole extended family went on an outing to Rocky Mountain National Park.

One of the highlights of the day was a close encounter with a large, bull moose on the path

around Sprog Lake. My grandson, Joey, was extremely impressed with the moose. Hell, I was

extremely impressed with so close a moose sighting. Anyway, we all talked about the moose

excitedly all the way home, and Joey has been pointing to the back yard ever since and telling

us that there is a moose in our back yard.


Most of the adults in the house found this very funny and took pleasure in reinforcing this

dilution that there was a moose in our back yard. We had all tacitly agreed to say that yes,

indeed, we see the moose in the yard, happily chewing on our grass. We figured it’s just one of

those things that a kid’s runaway imagination constructs to insert a big idea into his little

universe.


But then I got to thinking about it. Maybe what I see, when I look into my back yard and what

Joey sees, when looking at the same place, are not at all the same thing. I have learned to

compartmentalize what I know, or think I know about reality into neat, logically cohesive little

packages, and to frame my experience of reality within that outlook. I look out into the back

yard, and I can see some bushes, some grass, trees, a wooden fence and, across the green

space, a four lane highway, clearly in the way of our view of the mountains, beyond which I


cannot see Utah or Nevada or California, or the Pacific Ocean, although I know they are there.

You see, I know that the world is round, and that, since my line of sight is a straight line, I cannot

see anything that is below the horizon, that is, on another face of the curve.


But to Joey, the whole world - the whole universe is a blank slate, which he can experience all at

once with a wonder and a newness and an excitement of which I am rarely lucky enough to

catch a glimpse. When he looks in the back yard, he sees grass and flowers and birds and

clouds and rivers and lakes and forests and mountains...and moose, which he knows are there,

because, unlike me, he doesn’t have any preconceived notions about what he can or cannot

see or know.


It’s clear that the sights and sounds he has taken in and only begun to be able to articulate have

never left him. Somehow, I don’t know how, he knows that just because you can’t see

something, doesn’t mean that it isn’t there. Suddenly, I realized that maybe I’m the one with the

little universe, the smaller visual field, based on what I think I know about what is real and

possible.


It occurs to me that the fact that Joey is pointing out a back yard moose to everyone may not be

his dilution but my myopia in not being able to mentally grasp that there IS a moose in my back

yard, after all. It makes me think about all the things that I can’t see because my mind tells me I

shouldn’t be able to see them. My inability to see so many things eventually convinces me and

others that they are not there. I’m certain that people would consider me crazy, if I started

telling everyone that there is a moose in my back yard, but I don’t think that Joey is crazy, and

neither am I.


The most mind blowing and relaxing thing we could do today is to go home and appreciate the

moose in our back yards and to thank Joey and my friend for it.



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