Since just before Christmas,
the elk have hung out at our place regularly.
This dismays Pumpkin,
who must stay in while they are nearby;
otherwise,
she tries to herd them –
they mostly ignore her but some bulls take offense.
One day the herd spooked and ran east across the drive as Gary was
driving up;
suddenly our little truck was surrounded by stampeding elk and all he
could see was legs!
