Mom and I were always so thrilled to come across caribou in our wanderings around the island … be it the ones hanging out down at Trepassey, or those kneeling for a drink at Western Brook Pond.
I was chilled to the bone this day at the limestone barrens of Point Riche Lighthouse, where little but tuckamore and lichen grows, and the wind can whip over the rocks to send you back to the warm comfort of your Jeep in a mighty hurry. However, I braved the “blow” with my long lens to capture this herd in its natural element.
The “Grand Master”, as I called him, was a magnificent specimen of “toasted marshmallow” colouring, with all the requisite prowess and points accompanying the title.
Despite the panoramic landscape, he hardly seems dwarfed against it.
I apologize for the slight camera shake, but the winds were combative and my fingers were numb, Bella safely enjoying the warmth of the Jeep seat. The caribou didn’t seem to mind the cold one bit.
It was a magical, unforgettable moment. Wow … just wow!
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