The Moose in Springtime (with buttons, too!)

Last winter I discovered a moose in our yard–right in our
yard–in a tree ( There’s a Moose on the Loose )  and I thought
you might like to see what he looks like in springtime.

Here he is—see him?  And he now has antlers!—green branches have
sprouted out.  Seems content, doesn’t he?

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(click to enlarge)

And in his honor, I have found some MOOSE BUTTONS you might
like to see–and look for for your own collection:

First one is my favorite—it’s about an inch in diameter—and is
applied metal on metal.

metal moose in silver color ©booksandbuttons

(click to enlarge)

Yikes–you’re thinking–if that’s her favorite, it’s going to be a
long slog here—but hang in there.  I have a little treat for you at
the end.

The next pair is known in the button world as a mother and daughter.
Same button, different sizes.  These are brass colored.

mother/daughter buttons ©booksandbuttoclick to enlarge

Here is a pair of standing moose—walking westward . . .

two silver colored moose buttons with borders,  less than one inch in diam ©booksandbuttons

And another standing fellow– he is
“thinking about” heading west . . .but

standing moose ©booksandbuttons

the most interesting thing about this
picture is the dots on the playing card
that look like silvered color cones

Here is an eye-catcher—nice embossed moose on
plain silvered plate

moose button ©booksandbuttons

LAST button–I’m on thin ice here because it might be a
running deer instead of a moose—also heading west–what
IS it with the western profile?  Anyway, this is a button that
is on the( Old Framed Button Art )–remember that?

Running deer–a large button with 1 3/4″ diameter–wood and paper mache ©booksandbuttons

And here is your treat . . .
I’ll end by quoting a bit of Elizabeth Bishop’s poem “The Moose”:

“From narrow provinces
of fish and bread and tea,
home of the long tides
where the bay leaves the sea
twice a day and takes
the herrings long rides,
…Through late afternoon
a bus journeys west . . .
an old conversation–not concerning us,
but recognizable, somewhere,
back in the bus . . .
Now, it’s all right now
even to fall asleep . . .
–Suddenly the bus driver
stops with a jolt,
turns off the lights.

A moose has come out of
the impenetrable wood
and stands there, looms, rather,
in the middle of the road.
It approaches; it sniffs at
the bus’s hot hood.
Towering, antlerless,
high as a church,
homely as a house
(or, safe as houses). . .”