When What to My Wondering Eyes Did Appear . . . Elk?

The elk came back Monday night. The mail was late, it had been an overloaded day, and I was ready to crash for the night, so I wasn’t paying attention when I walked out the front door and down the driveway—until I heard the pounding of hooves on the pavement as a herd of elk … Continue reading "When What to My Wondering Eyes Did Appear . . . Elk?"