Elk, Elk, and More Elk (Elk Land)

Yellowstone National Park. This big ol’ bison was slurping up muddy, seeping thermal water. Each time after doing that, he would lick his nostrils. You would be alarmed at how deep the tongue went into the nostril. He also had a tendency to yawn.

National Elk Refuge, Jackson Hole, Wyoming. These guys weren’t exactly cute, and they also weren’t the type of bighorn sheep we were used to seeing. I actually thought they were Dall’s sheep at first, haha. 😏 But when we went home, I looked in a field guide and discovered that no, they weren’t Dall’s sheep….

Yellowstone National Park. Since we were spending the whole summer in Grant Village, we decided to name the local elk (although, to be honest, there was technically no way to tell if an elk was a different one or not). We came up with Feisty Frizzle. (The “feisty” part came from her charging a dude…