Zeke and I went for a hike this weekend which included a stop by the Elk ranch just south of us. Not quite sure on the details, but there's a couple separate pens: one for the guys and one for the gals. Two years ago some of them broke out. Apparently they made it as far as our road, got hungry, and headed back to the pen.

In case you are curious, the Elk were keeping an eye on Zeke. A scraggly programmer waving a camera isn't as much of a threat these days as an old black lab sniffing tree trunks...unless you are in New York.