Thick, creamy, delicious melting on my tongue…. ahhh, dark chocolate – probably not the best idea for my teeth at bedtime but makes for wonderful dreams…I rolled over trying to snuggle under the blankets…. something wasn’t right…..
I was hearing whistling – hum, our older kitty was asleep with us since she was having some serious problems and probably on her way to kitty heaven soon so she wasn’t asleep in the garage kitty condos. No, through sleep fog I realized it was not Katy snoring.
With one eye at half mast and the other tightly closed I peeked. It was a full moon and the light was pouring in through the wooden blind slats. Oh, no! Not elk!
I jumped up and cocked a wooden blind looking all over the front yard. Yes, there down at the end of my flower garden by the newly planted iris were chocolate furry butts, two of them way too huge to be deer.
Adrenalin hit big time as I hollered to Mick “Honey, there are ELK in my IRIS and I ‘m grabbing my bathrobe….. you coming with me?”
“Muff- waah, frump, huh?”
By that time I had the bathrobe where it would do me some good and I stormed to the front door, threw it open and roared a big growl. The elk scattered. Oh, my goodness where there really THAT many? About 30 of the massive wapiti flew is several directions. I could hear the thundering of their hooves and feel the shakey ground. Then I made the mistake of talking to them and they pulled up short, turned and looked at me with curiosity.
This is why I hit the porch with a growl. I knew from past episodes that even clapping my hands and barking made them move a couple yards off and then stop to check me out. I didn’t want them to check me out I wanted them to GET OUT. I haven’t slaved over those iris and trying to grow them at 8600 feet to have them be elk brunch.
So, I growled my best HUGE dog and bear growl combo and they took off once again. Some were puzzled by the black snow fence with only one jumping it – the rest ran the length and to the smooth wire fence they were accustomed to jumping.
“Hey, did you see those elk that were lying down when you growled? They didn’t stand up they shot, like a rocket straight up and took off – hey, next time could you try clapping so we don’t worry about them tearing down the fence?”
Yep, my hubby was now awake and giving me advice…never once had they torn down the fence and this happened about 4 times now. Most of the time I had my elk encounters in the middle of the night while Mick was gone hunting so I was the resident elk motivator expert here….
Two hours later my adrenalin was still running on high. I finally slept. The next morning showed that though they had eaten several of my new iris to a nubbins they hadn’t uprooted them. Whew, I growled just in time.
Oh, no, while I was out there I totally forgot to check the seedling ponderosas and see if they got trampled!
And the score is Marijo five and elk ZERO. The seedlings were ok proving these 700 to over 1000 pound critters did know how to do a delicate dance. And to think this all stated out with sweet dreams about chocolate…..
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