Ramblings about my life, my love of primitive quilting, and my love of Montana and it's wildlife
Baskets, Berries & Leaves
Monday, June 24, 2013
A real surprise to see the family of Pronghorns coming up to the house as I was getting home the other day.
I'm sitting still in the car, engine off, music off, as I wait for them to decided where they want to go.
What are you all looking at?
It's your handsome Paw. I'm only assuming, of course.
Mom, where are you going?
I was sitting outside on the deck last evening, sewing, when I look up and here they all come up from the lower meadow, the little ones running with their crazy legs flying. Running back down to the meadow, back up to the house, of course, I don't dare breath for fear of frightening them. One of the females even came up the house to drink from one of the saucers that I put out for the birds. She saw me, never took her eyes off me, but she drank and then joined the family.