Kurt and I have been reminiscing about the Boxley Valley Elk, and our trip to see them one chilly afternoon a few years ago.
They were gathered in an open field with no fencing. That being the case, we were able to cautiously approach them in order get a closer look.
I’m not sure the bulls enjoyed our company. I think they were trying to tell us to get lost…
…or else! Or perhaps they were just having a bad hair day!
It is interesting to note that folks from all over are wiling to take a detour to Boxley Valley to view these regal beasts. In fact, as Kurt was taking these pics, I met a couple from St. Louis. They were road tripping with their middle school aged grandson, giving him the opportunity to discover some of the unique beauty of Arkansas.
There were a number of elk sightings that afternoon, including two in an enclosed garden area right by a house. As we continued on, just out of the corner of my eye, I spotted white. “Stop!” I commanded. I’m so glad he did.
Two beautiful swans were floating the day away in a pond not too far from the elk. The setting sun reflected against the clear water, creating a very peaceful scene. It was a fantastic ending to a wonderful Sunday drive!