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Home invasion… Rocky Mountain style
It’s calving season in the mountains. Elk are on the move and this morning they were bedded down in the meadow across the road from us. We awoke to the sound of their squeaks and bugling – the soundtrack of late summer in the Rockies.
As the herd awoke and started stirring, they had apparently eyed our handsome stand of grass and figured that the buffet was open. With coffee in one hand and camera in the other, I just started snapping away.
Good morning from the Rockies
I was awakened at 2:40 this morning with a very loudly bugling elk bull about 50 feet away from my bedroom window. I could make out his massive profile on the hill behind the house, and he just stood there letting us know he was on guard through the night. Fortunately he moved on after 15 minutes or so, allowing us to go back to sleep. It’s funny – if it was a honking horn, loud music, or other human-caused (or human-neglected) commotion, it would surely have profoundly irritated me. But the elk was reminding me that we are in HIS yard, and I was grateful for the disruptive reminder.
A few hours later I awoke to the sound of my coffee pot grinding and getting started, which is my alarm to get up and start my day. Like most days, I began by getting dressed enough to take the dog out for his morning constitutional before he gets his breakfast. As I strolled out the front door and down the steps I was greeted by a magnificent sunrise. It was just one more reminder that we truly live in paradise and are so fortunate to have this opportunity.
Good morning from the foothills
Why we don’t own a lawnmower
A couple of weeks ago, Ashten came downstairs and casually suggested that we look outside the front door. She said that there were some elk nearby.
Turns out there were close to 50 of them wandering our neighborhood, with 25 or so of them right in our front lawn grazing on the flowers and grasses! Just another reason why this is a special place.
Highlanders 