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This past weekend, I spotted my first elk. We were driving on Sunday afternoon. The snow was falling and there was a 10″ blanket of snow covering the pastures on either side of the road.
We passed an old farm house and a red barn. As we drove past the barn, a pasture came into view, and I saw 5 shaggy-necked, scrawny-legged, horse-sized animals standing in the field. One of the animals had pencil sized spikes for antlers.
I scrunched up my forehead and cocked my head sideways in utter confusion.
They aren’t cows…
not horses…
what is that?
Just about the time that I had started to form the word “elk” in my mind, my husband said, “OH look there are elk out there!”
I have to say, elk don’t look nearly as majestic without trophy antlers hanging off the forehead. They look mis-matched.
