Iowa and elk

Hours of NPR, books on CD, quiet moments and good conversation took us through the 29th state, Iowa. Swaying grasses and manicured crops were our faithful companions. Fluttering from branch to barbwire you could spot the state bird, the Eastern Goldfinch.

We stopped to give props to our 31st President, Herbert Hoover, but the visitor center was closed.

More crops...a nap or two later we stopped in Newton for the night.

I had no idea what the next day had in store for me....

First, I would like to start by finding my voodoo doll. There is a man out there and he has a lot of friends, but I am not one of them. This man's name is Paul. My husband really likes Paul. Paul, my husband and I spent a good three hours together driving down highway 80.(Clearing my throat) I was the pupil while Paul and my husband were the teachers...I learned how to bugle like an elk. WHAT? A cow (female)...not a bull (male). I'm sure this will come in handy some day... If I had only learned how to bugle earlier in life I would have had a talent making it possible for me to be Miss Something. (Evening wear...)



By the end, my husband was beaming with pride and my head hurt. Have you heard a distressed elk? No worries, with a little pressure I'll give you a clip into my wildlife world, just let me know, something can be arranged.

Off to bugle at the moon....



*For new viewers...my husband works with elk, so basically he is obsessed with everything about them. :)