Last week the temperatures were warmer and the snow had either melted or been blown away by 60 mph winds. I watched a few elk behind the house at the top of the hill, thought there were only a few until they started moving down to the lower meadow.
The beginning of their parade past my window.
They spent all afternoon grazing and then moving on.
This little one at the bottom of the picture bolted back up the hill with a cry. I think she realized she had been separated from her mother. Later I saw a lone female with a little one taking her time catching up with the herd, so hopefully that was them, reunited.
The female's coat is a tad darker than the males.
Keeping their rumps to the wind.