We’ve been overrun by a few guests that we didn’t invite. They’re big, hairy, and hungry!
Yep, a herd of oh, I don’t know, ’bout a hundred elk have moved in. Every night, they sneak down to the shop where we store our hay and have a few midnight snacks. They destroy the hay and make a big mess. Then every morning, they file back up the hillside like a string of ants coming from a picnic.