Few days later this place was covered by snow, but before that I got to watch these goats and nine other in the morning and then in the afternoon. While I was taking their pictures in the afternoon from few hundred meters below, I was also trying to figure out what they were staring at. In the morning I heard the call of a Golden Eagle nearby, I could not see or hear one in the afternoon, plus they are only wary of one when their offsprings are quite young. Even after they ran for fifty meters or so in the opposite direction, I had no clues. In the end I got to watch the Mountain Goats on a sunny fall afternoon and a mystery to solve. Nature always find a way of keeping you coming back.
Until next moment,
Amar
