Good Morning
I go for a walk with the dogs every morning after my first cup of coffee. This morning I was on the return path, just outside a grove of aspen trees, when I saw the butt of something out of the corner of my eye run into the scrub oak. A bear? A deer? One of the dogs? A figment of my imagination? I stood up on a tree stump so I could see over the foliage and several yards away stood two doe elk. They stared at me, I stared at them, nobody moved for many moments. Then they started ambling down the hill. A beautiful, silent interaction.
This is something I never saw on my morning walk in the city.
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