This bull elk lives a couple blocks away from our house in the city park. My name for him is His Majesty because that's the only thing he is. He's surrounded by a harem of cow elk who seem to think the same thing. In the evening in the fall you can hear his eerie bugle. It sounds so primitive, as old as time itself. It's a wild sound, a sound you might hear when you're sitting around a campfire, with the dark closing in around you. I love to hear the sound of the elk bugling. His Majesty is kind of a baby. He begs passers by for apples and although people aren't supposed to feed them, you can tell they do because he and his harem come over to the fence when you walk by. The females and young ones make an interesting sound too, kind of a whistle or bleating. I wish I could share them with all of you.
God bless you, Diane