There’s a small herd of caribou across the road from us this morning. Its weird because they are never there, but they seem to be chomping on some marshy bits.
Uh oh looks like they forgot somebody.
He finally figures it out, that his gang of friends has moved on. Now he’s gotta cross the road by himself, which he is visibly nervous about.
He makes a run for it!
He catches up just in time, they are moving out over the marsh further inland.
Its nice to see the caribou out and about. Hardly see them in the winter. They are majestic, like scraggly unicorns made of moss and bits of scrap felt.