I’m getting ready to leave the high country to go and rake in the shekels to keep the machine fueled and oiled. I can only sit in my chair and talk on the phone so much.
I sat in my dining room eating chicken, ranch beans, a couple biscuits and potato salad (eating with LL) and the team showed up.
I couldn’t get all of them framed in one cell phone shot and I was too lazy to do more than raise my cell phone up and snap a picture of the elk. So there you have it. There were eleven elk in this particular mini-herd.
There are more elk than deer in the area of the White Wolf Mine. The one in the forefront is a yearling, and I couldn’t tell whether it was a bull or a cow. The rest are juvenile females or adult cows. Not a bull in the bunch. They’re a subset of a herd of about forty that gather and break up, and gather that roam the immediate area. Elk are insolent any time except during elk season (when they’re humble). Sometimes I have to honk the horn to get them to move. Bulls in rut can be a problem. At other times, they grudgingly move.
No, I didn’t think to share my bounty with the elk in their shaggy winter coats. They can find their own supper.