And the great beasts came down from the mountains and crossed the seas and descended upon the cities — the hind and her fawn, leaping fences in the southeast Bronx; the black bear, stout but fleet of foot, stealing through the streets of Newark; the seals of the harbor sunning themselves by the score upon the hospital ruins of Staten Island. And the coyote prowled the West Side and took up quarters in Central Park. And the dolphin beached itself on the Turuks' sandy yard in Throgs Neck. And the she-moose, 21 hands high, strayed within 30 miles of the city gates. And the wise men stroked their beards and scratched their heads, and they finally declared, "This is not normal."
I'll say. There's a reason that some of us folks choose to live in the city, and it ain't to be closer to nature. Sheesh. If I need face time with wild animals I'll go to the zoo, or better still, head to the nearest pub and cozy up to a Moosehead...on tap.
(posted by "that's goes for you too, Bullwinkle" Portia)