Day 122: A sure sign of spring, the elk are coming to browse the new shoots of green grass in the pasture across the road. Three separate herds feed here, and I have counted as many as 108 on a summer evening. This morning there were about twenty. Of these, two young bulls were engaged in a mock battle, idly pulling grass between perfunctory sparring as the cows looked on with only marginal interest in the display of testosterone.
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