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I'm o.k.

So is everybody else
Even the moose
Both of them

If you want the short story – skip to the end.
Long version starts here:

So today we went up to Clover Meadow (the muskeg swampy place behind camp). Laura, Juliette, Luna and I had gone to check bird nests (with new chicks) because Luna really wanted to go out in the field with her mom – which is excellent for me! As we were coming into the meadow we saw a moose munching on grass. We tried calling to it to scare it off but it was not interested in moving. But it also did not seem interested in us at all - it was just munching on grass (I did take a picture with my cell phone, but it's not great – the fuzzy smudge in the middle is the moose). So we decided to proceed with checking boxes and to just be careful. We went to the first box and found six chickies. Luna sat down and got set up with a snack (she set a brutal pace on the trail and was pretty hungry once we got there). Laura and Juliette were weighing and measuring the chickies. My job was to watch the moose. (It was across the meadow from where we were - about 150 ft., away.) Well, suddenly the moose headed into the trees (away from us) and a lot of birds started crying alarm (I've a much keener awareness of birds calls since being here). So I let Laura know the moose had moved and started scanning the area with binoculars to see what was wrong. After scanning the whole meadow and seeing nothing, I turn and look over my left shoulder and. . . .

There was a big bull moose about 90 ft from us.

And I'm seeing this through the binoculars!

I believe my exact words were, "Holy CRAP!"

Well, to make a long story a little longer, we slowly dropped everything (kept the baby chickies with us), and moved as a tight group into a thick stand of big trees.
Laura was carrying Luna and Juliette was carrying the chickies and I was carrying. . . .
the seal bombs! These are handy little buggers we carry everywhere (along with a huge can of bear spray) – they are about the size of a large tube of mascara with a long green fuse and they make a loud bang with theoretically scares the moose silly and make them run wildly in the opposite direction from where your standing. Theoretically.

I lit one and stepped out a way and threw it

Bullwinkle winked at us and smiled.

We waited a few minutes and called a few "Hey Moose!" but he wasn't very scared

So I lit another seal bomb and threw that. The moose responded by eating grass. He was obviously terrified.

So we decided to leave.

Juliette and I went back to our stuff and threw everything into the packs as fast as we could, while keeping one eye on the moose and one foot ready to jump back into the trees if it decided to charge us.

Luna did great through all this. She said a couple times, "I'm kind of scared" but other than that just watched and listened with huge eyes. I told her we were having a great adventure.

We high tailed it out of there

Not taking the trail so we could stay in the trees
I slipped and slid down a muddy slope (yes, I was wearing my brace - but not my waders)
So my freshly clean clothes are now COVERED in black muck
But we are all safe and laughing at the adventure and excitement of it all.

Short version of the story - we saw two moose, threw bombs at them and ran away
The end