of elk and apples

Since I mentioned it, the elk will almost certainly not show up this year. They’re extremely fond of apples and so many of the trees in the neighborhood hang over fences along the “green belt” (green because of all the smooth brome), making an easy dining experience for them.

Continuing the low-grade photography I’ve been employing lately (fits in with the low-grade maintenance here), I have an apple tree, pictured here.

The chain-link fence on the right borders the green belt, which is also a floodplain (the creek is almost always dry now; I don’t know why). There is rabbit fence wired to the chain link, and the elk can’t see that, so they don’t jump into my garden, which, if you ask me, is just as well.

I don’t do much of anything to the tree, except remove branches that look wrong, which is why it’s in its current state.

The tree was bought as a whip in 1986, with several others that quickly died, and has never produced an edible crop of apples, because squirrels and raccoons get all of the apples. Mostly, they bite into them, and then drop them on the grass path, for me to trip over.

A couple of years ago we were walking out to the back corner of the yard (off to the right in the sunlit part of the picture above), and Chess starting barking like mad, and a bull elk walked into view. I didn’t figure our little neighborhood to be elk territory, but apparently this little herd has been around here for about twenty years.

I find this hard to believe. A herd of elk walking down the street is something an ordinary person would probably notice. Nonetheless, they were here in 2010, and also in 2011.

The next pictures were taken by a neighbor, in and behind the yard two houses down from me; the first two in 2010, the third taken last year, when three bulls showed up.

An elk butt. They just walked over the fence in my neighbor’s yard.

In the green belt.

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2 Responses to of elk and apples

  1. Just the way the world goes: you have magnificent, majestic Elk: I get an extremely smelly skunk and mice. Is there any justice?

    • paridevita says:

      I’ll have mice this winter, for sure. Someone, or rather something, killed all my snakes. Dozens of them. I suspect killer rabbits.
      Someone asked me where the elk come from. Like I could possibly know that. I replied, “An elk’s lodge, of course.”

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