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.

~ by Kate Mann on 27 July 2011.