He paws the ground, then relieves himself. Looking slowly about, as if checking to see whether anyone noticed, he proceeds to roll gleefully in the mess. I try to stifle a chuckle. Jen demands, lowering her binoculars. You guys are all alike.
Males are all the same.
So with such similarities between the two, I've often wondered if there's something to be learned from watching the animals-peeping into the bedroom window, so to speak. Before trying it, I decided more research was in order. Two months later, while the leaves at home are changing colors and the pronghorn antelope, deer, moose, mountain goats, elk, caribou, and musk oxen are ignoring basic needs like food, sleep, and safety in a frenzy of dominance and procreation, I'm atop a high ridge in the Scottish Highlands. I'd hoped to visit Yellowstone National Park in Wyoming for the elk rut, that wild songfest of chilly mornings and graceful bulls balancing their antlers through the dense forest. But work called, and I'm halfway around the world, filming with the Anyplace Wild TV crew.