On the way to Westscliffe last week, we found three elk cows grazing in a field by the road. When we turned around to go back for picture-taking, we saw an elk calf in the ditch. He was spooked and trying to get to the cows, who were moving away now that they had seen our car. He ran back and forth along the fence, looking for a way over it. Finally he stopped and bleated plaintively, even trying to climb the fence.
At that, one of the cows stopped and looked back. I thought she would run to him. Instead, she just started calling in that high-pitched elk voice, which made the calf all the more frantic in his efforts to find a way across the fence. We backed up and left them at that point. I could see that if he ran far enough down in our direction, he could crawl under the fence. Or mama could just jump over and take him back across the road. Either way, she would be much more likely to come to him if we weren't there.
Of course, I was knitting in the car when I wasn't taking pictures of elk. I finished my Monkey socks.
What I hope people realize is that any time you try to change very entrenched, very established interests, it's not going to be easy, and it's not going to be clean, and it's not going to be quick and you're going to lose sometime.