It has been a gray winter in Yellowstone. Overcast, snow, and WIND. During a few days stay in mid-February, however, there was a sweet moment early in the week. We pulled into a protected pullout near the Yellowstone River. This poor old grandma Bighorn sheep headed toward us and we retreated to make room, but there is not much room to retreat in this pullout. OK, OK, she was about 10 feet away–don’t tell. We are supposed to stay 25 yards from such wildlife, even when they come to us. Broken horn on far side, looks like arthritis in her front shoulders, eyes somewhat sunken, moving very slow–all alone and females travel in groups. For a few minutes she just hung with us, checking us out every once in a while but not anxious, fearful, or in a rush to leave. Perhaps for a moment we offered safety and a sense of peace. With our presence, wolves are very unlikely. We may be just about the last people to see her alive.
A tribute to your life, sweet girl.
Sad occurrence.
Yes, but a sweet, momentary connection.
Thank you for sharing
your gift of photography and writing is my escape has I commute to San Franscico on the train
Thank you my friend
You are more than welcome my friend!
Oh! Bless her heart! Wonder how many babies she had? So sad! :0(
It is the way of the wild my friend. I’m sure some of those amazing rams are related.