Roadside Bighorns
I love Colorado!!!! This is on the way to the eye doctor – with a boy. We pulled over to watch them fight for a good 15 minutes. Another car was there with a big old camera and lens – they were having a great time. Others whizzed by not even noticing. This picture was taken with Max’s phone – I would wait for them to take the first step toward each other and press – and barely make it in time. Finally I got the shot. I have more pictures I’ll share later because they are stuck on the boys phone.
It was amazing to see them go and hear them crack! It echoed through the mountains. They were in the usual place – The Hardscrabble – and could care less about all of us. Many times right after the crack I would giggle with happiness and they would look at me – then go back to what they were doing.
They would wander off and graze nonchalantly until it was suddenly time to crack again. If they both looked at each other at the same time they would crack heads. But if only one looked and the other one ignored they would graze.
At one point a big truck slowly went by, taking pictures and they cracked right along side them. There were three more sheep up on the side hill – witnessing the contest. I guess it doesn’t mean anything if there isn’t anyone there to report.
This is why we live here – this is what we encounter on our way to an appointment. At any moment something ‘wildernessy’ can be happening. It’s nice to know also that a few other people watched with us in the same place in the same moments – something all of us will never forget.
It was amazing to see them go and hear them crack! It echoed through the mountains. They were in the usual place – The Hardscrabble – and could care less about all of us. Many times right after the crack I would giggle with happiness and they would look at me – then go back to what they were doing.
They would wander off and graze nonchalantly until it was suddenly time to crack again. If they both looked at each other at the same time they would crack heads. But if only one looked and the other one ignored they would graze.
At one point a big truck slowly went by, taking pictures and they cracked right along side them. There were three more sheep up on the side hill – witnessing the contest. I guess it doesn’t mean anything if there isn’t anyone there to report.
This is why we live here – this is what we encounter on our way to an appointment. At any moment something ‘wildernessy’ can be happening. It’s nice to know also that a few other people watched with us in the same place in the same moments – something all of us will never forget.
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