My Kind of Traffic Jam


My morning commute. 



A herd of elk, meandering through the road.


Young bulls and cows, making their way.


The drought drove them our way, water by our little lake. The farmers aren't too happy, they eat the crop. But as I remind them, they have profited for many years, by orchards planted by someone else. The circle goes round, no matter human hubris.


I love these creatures, so large and regal. My heart is happy and full when Gods come to visit. 







 

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