By Eilene Lyon
The other day I dropped by the local college campus to review a book in their research library. As I headed back to my car, I encountered a mule deer buck in velvet, blithely using a rear hoof to scratch his ear, like a dog, as he idly chewed some leaves he’d snatched from the small tree he stood under. The campus – and the town – is rife with resident deer.
We just returned from a camping trip in the San Juan Mountains where our site had an infestation of dozens, if not hundreds, of cattle. Not to mention the attendant cowpies and flies. Their near-constant “Moo”s echoed belligerently off the surrounding hills and the bulls bellowed in rut. (They sound nothing like bugling elk.)
Cows in the forest, deer on our front lawns. Something seems very wrong with this picture.
Feature image: Sterling in camp with a few of the many cows that surrounded us the entire stay.