I have been waiting to see the baby Pronghorn that come to our pasture to graze, wondering when they will come by for a visit as they have done each year we have lived here. Finally the other morning I saw four down along our irrigation ditch playing in the grass and sage. Two sets of twins. I thought I would sneak out, take a quick photo of them.
As I crept up, still at least 200 yards away from them, I heard one of the does call out. I had missed seeing their mothers as they had been lying just under the hill where I stood. They both sprang up, ran to their young, and scurried them off away from me.
Even though I missed taking a photo of them, the scene reminded me of something quite similar to my own life- spending time with my sister or a friend as we talk and watch our kids play. It does make me wonder what those two does might have been "talking" about before I snuck up on them. Maybe they were simply relaxing and enjoying the company of a companion, no words needed between them. Perhaps they were content with only the warmth of the sun and to have returned to a safe place for their young to grow and play.
