Tromp. Tromp. We were headed back out on the Catwalk trail near Glenwood, New Mexico, backtracking toward the parking lot after traipsing over two miles (up, at elevation, a considerable undertaking for flatlanders), when JCB spotted a family group of bighorn sheep spying on us from above.
I admit to occasional jealousy of the Marquis‘ close-ups of wild things—mostly birds—but today I think I scored a big one. These are wild bighorns, and we while we watched them the one that’s lower down on the rock face (a female with a radio collar) kept walking around and dislodging small stones that fell down on the trail in front of us!
6 November 2009 at 9:12 pm
Marquis says:
I agree …
… but it has been 27 years since I have had you access to our country.
You’ve heard of red states and blue states. I’m in a green state of mind.
But don’t you know, I would have PhotoShopped the center left one a bit. 😉