Monty

Monty loves the Mounties.  He actually intended his name to be Mountie - but he can't spell very well.  He doesn't mind, though... he likes Monty the Mountie, too!

His greatest ambition is to get a spot in a parade along with the Mounted Mounties - he really, really wants to be Monty the Mounted Mountie.

Corderoy and Corderoy Junior

Corderoy was around quite a bit before I had Corderoy Junior join the clan.  Don't you just love his antlers?

And like most youngsters, Corderoy Junior is wide awake and raring to go - anywhere!  Both are ready for outdoor adventure in any weather, and have their own comfy scarves.

Oly and Mel

Oly and Mel are twins.  Oly was first by a month or two (I forgot I already had one like him), then I got Mel.

They love to play tricks and pretend they are one another, and both will answer to either name.  Aren't they adorable!  (All twins are, I think.)  But they are a little jealous of each other, so if you should cuddle one, be sure to cuddle the other one two.  It prevents hard feelings.

Mag (Nanna) Moose

Nanna by name and Nana by nature.  This little guy acts like a nana and loves to hug - anything!  (He has magnets in his hooves, which helps him to hold on tight to anything he's wrapped around.)

I believe he is my smallest moose... but I'm not entirely sure.  I still have a whole heap of them to find and document.  I have only done some of the ones upstairs, and then there are a whole 'nother herd of them downstairs.

Flapper Jack

Poor little ol' Flapper.  He's flatter than a pancake!  And full of beans (little ones) to boot.

He tried and tried to be noticed by people at the shop where I found him (2nd hand store), trying to get adopted, that he totally wore himself out and just plopped himself down like a flap-jack on a griddle - hence the name.  He's a right friendly little critter and always ready for a good chin-wag.

Mo

Mo's just a little bit of a moose, but he's got the cutest mohawk of hair on the top of his little ol' noggin.

He's just so proud of it, too, that he's got his antlers mushed down a bit so that the mohawk has pride of place.  He's a sweetie, though, and other than being proud of his nifty hairdo, he's not a bit conceited.

Joy Yuss

Joy was given to me by Jill Hayward, shortly after she found out about how much I love mooses.

He joyously guards my bedroom door and warns all those who may choose to enter, that they are entereing a "moose zone".  I particularly love his big nose!  It just begs to be stritched each time I come and go from the room.