Now our time in Montreal has an end date, our desire to see a moose has become more urgent.
With limited time at our remaining weekends due to T working, we were going to have to go for the easy option: rather than hope to come across one in the wild, we were going to have to go to a park.
Thankfully, my fears were wrong!
Once on the correct path, we followed the path as it wound round through the woods, ending up in a clearing which was home to the Sugar Shack - a nice surprise considering we had no idea where we were walking to - unfortunately the shack wasn't open; it would be in a weeks time. Typical!
However, the guy was there and, spotting our disappointed expressions, started chatting to us. He had tapped the first maple trees just an hour earlier, and pointed us to the trees, where tin buckets hung from the trunks catching the clear sap as it trickled out of the tree.
We saw the huge, solid beasts which were the Buffalos:
Yes we did. He appeared to be the only moose in the park, although he did have a black goat for company. The don't form herds, so although initially sorry for the poor chap being the only moose in the park, he was probably much happier that way.
Canada sure has some amazing inhabitants!