|Ralph Naess, making like an elk |
in the Cedar River Watershed
The obliging elk bucked, then shook his head. His antlers fell off, one after the other, and landed in the middle of the road. Apparently startled by the sound of them hitting the pavement, and perhaps by he sudden loss of their weight, the bull raced off into the woods.
Ralph and Celese took just a moment to look at each other, wide-eyed, before scrambling out of the car to collect the antlers. They found that the base of each was somewhat moist and spongy and tinged with spots of blood. Still standing in the middle of the road, Ralph and Celese held the huge antlers and called their thanks into the forest.
In the wilds, we receive many gifts. Most of them are intangible, like joy and serenity. But every so often, a gift received is as solid as an elk's antler that you can hold in your hand.