Startled Moose

Another family trip out; we're very fortunate to have the RBGS a mile away. It's an annual ritual to go there and scrunch through the mountains of fallen leaves. Especially useful as there's a No Dogs policy which means the worst you're going to do is kick a pile of squirrel poo up into the air along with the leaves, but - hey - let's not go too deeply into that thought.

This time last year, Alex was too young to appreciate this (He had barely started to cruise, so...), but this year he followed his brother into battle with barely disguised glee.

This is Tom; what you don't see is a branch he's got on his head, pretending to be a reindeer and the branch is his antlers.

But those blue blue eyes.....