Mr. Troutbend smelled this barnyard smell up the draw (near where the big tree was on the telephone lines) and there was an elk. Later this afternoon I saw the elk up on the hill behind the Brown Palace, and motioned to Mr. Tbend to tippy toe over, but in the meantime, there was an even better elk (more visible = better) in the side yard munching on grass and dandelions like there is no tomorrow.
He was not afraid of us and kept eating for a good long time while we took photos and even brought the cat out for a viewing.

That is our woodpile, and the white cube thing is a gasoline storage tank.

Buddy the Cat sees the elk.

Here is the elk leaving our yard.