I'm starting to feel like I live next door to a wildlife preserve and all the residents have escaped. Last night around 5:00 pm we were driving home along the same parkway where we saw the deer on Friday. Here's what we saw. It was raining, and there were several cars just stopped in the right lane, taking in this sight. There were a few neighbors from the development across the street who had walked over with their cameras. I was just coming from my eye appt. and my eyes were still so dilated I could hardly focus. I just rolled down the window and shot in their direction, hoping to capture something. At one point the two bulls were looking straight at me(well at all of us I guess) but I was so excited I got a very blurry photo.
Hub said later that I sounded like a little girl when I exclaimed, "I've never been this close to a real elk, the only ones I saw growing up, were the ones hanging upside down in my Daddy's garage." I grew up in a family of hunters, and it was a sight that always upset me. It led to a lifetime of family jokes of why I think they sent the wrong baby home from the hospital. I was the only one in the family who did not embrace hunting, and would never eat wild game.
But, I digress. Here are the beautiful live Elk that we saw.