The antlers of the moose grow as giant hands outstretched toward the sunlight, catching its rays as some sort of visual giggle.
Once extinct in these parts, it was a blessing to see the moose upon the Highlands. For in parts that have rewilded with both predator and prey species nature has blossomed. When we give to nature, she gives back, for in those moments and by those choices we return to her family.
The moose were an essential part of making the ancient woodlands, without them and the animals they once shared this land with we are locked into a downward spiral of decreasing biodiversity.
There is something incredible about the moose, about this mighty herbivore. There is a gentleness to its soul, yet a power for defence and protection too.
The moose move over the grassland, mothers with calves staying so close to one another.
The moose stags are so special, built for war yet peaceful in a deep soulful way as their base-mode.