Just passing through

We let Mr. Darcy out on the deck the other day, and he immediately exploded into ferocious barks. We looked outside, and this is what we saw:

What a handsome young man! His spike antlers were barely visible against the backdrop of snowy bushes, but they were indisputably there. Hey, just passing through.

We pulled Darcy inside so he wouldn't panic the animal, who made his way leisurely along the edge of the woods toward the road.

The thrill of seeing elk up close hasn't diminished. What a gift to be able to watch these majestic creatures out our window.

He walked up to the fence line and stared at it for a moment, as if figuring out how best to leap over it.

Sproing.

He crossed the road, then sprang over the fence on the other side.

Yep, just passing through.