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Sunday, December 20, 2015

Little Big Horn and Harem

On a crisp, clear morning Bobbie and I waded a couple days worth of fresh snow... up Oak Creek Trail to solitude and beyond.

Light, fluffy powder sparkled with ice diamonds, glistening with all the colors of a frozen rainbow. We try to keep Oak Creek Trail tramped down enough to have it as a viable option for snow-hiking without wearing cumbersome snowshoes. This time, however, It was obvious that something had beat us to it. Bighorn sheep had already beaten a track in the snow, and adorned it with a steady trail of odiferous poop-pellets.  

Heavy snows in the mountains push local herds of Bighorn Sheep down into Lovely Ouray every winter. They normally subsist on grasses and small woody plants like sage and willow. But it's easier to root through a foot of snow around town than the several feet that now blankets their preferred sheer-cliff habitat. They love to congregate in the town park next to the pool, where naturally occurring hot springs contribute to keep sprouts of grass somewhat green all winter long, even under snow.   

Mating season is winding down now, and so, too, the hormone-driven, head butting battles for breeding rights amongst rams. The crack of horns can be heard as much as a mile away when two big males charge each other at speeds up to 20 mph. What a relief it must be now that rams and ewes can all hang out together without a fight breaking out. Men…  

Note the end of the ram's horn, damaged in a fight for mating rights no doubt

Coming round a corner just above town, I was met face to face with a small herd of sheep, maybe a dozen in all. Bighorns are a curious breed, often approachable in winter after testosterone and estrogen levels have retreated into the "who cares" zone. 

I froze; they froze. It was a stare-down, who would blink first? I slowly put a finger to lips to signal Bobbie and mouthed the words "Big Horn Sheep."  We studied each other at a distance of 75 feet. When I couldn't stand it any longer I reached for my camera. The group turned and headed up into the woods another 20 yards. Shit.  

Soon they returned to breakfast, though, using hooves to scratch away snow in order to uncover a half-frozen meal. I approached; a few steps, pause, a few steps, pause. They were too busy eating to care… heads down, rooting around with their noses and hooves, all close together. It made for terrible photos, assholes and and backbones, not exactly the stuff of Nat-Geo. 

I waded snow, closer, moving sideways and trying to find a hole between branches to shoot through. A twig snapped; heads rose in unison and stared. Perfect, I had their attention. That's better. Click… Click, Click, Click. More hungry than afraid, they returned to pawing the ground, looking for food, heads down. All that sex and fighting must work up big appetites. It reminded me of high school, always horny, always hungry. 

Gestation among Big Horn ewes is about 4 to 5 months. Come March/April they will be lambing nearby, then return to the high country along with the retreat of snow. There's a section of the Perimeter Trail that's off limits during spring due to its crossing through an area where momma ewes like to raise and feed babies. It's quite remarkable that "kids" are able to follow Mom virtually anywhere, even up cliff faces, as soon as a day or two after birth. Too bad our "kids" can't do that. I think I carried Caleb around for three years, and he was still a crash waiting to happen.

I especially love the photo below… the stately full-curl ram facing sun at just the right angle to show detail in the waves of growth in his horns. His harem stands by in shadow, curious about the weird guy in shorts wading through deep snow.

Then time to get back to our hike…  up, up, up, where snow begins to top my gators and freeze kneecaps. Bobbie trails behind, fighting her own battle with the snow. I stand alone, savoring quiet. There is no sound save that of a beating heart.

I put my hand on the camera's holster, ever at the ready. Perhaps a snowshoe hare will come bounding past, chased by a mountain lion or lynx. It will happen one day, it will happen. I must be verrrwy quwiet. 
E. Fudd out! 


  1. WOW. What a great up close encounter with Big Horn Sheep.

  2. How exciting to see that herd of sheep up close and personal. The males are so handsome with those horns.
    Knowing first hand how steep that trail is, I can't imagine trudging up it in the snow. You two are amazing!

  3. That is a breathe taking experience in more ways than one. Great close ups!
    Be Safe and Enjoy!

    It's about time.

    1. :… Absence fertilizes appreciation :)
      Besides, you need a break from the vacuum of my philosophical meanderings once in a while.

  4. Wow! San Diego doesn't have anything like that! Can you feel my envy?!?!?

  5. Your header photo is spectacular. It has a painting-ish quality to it. You and your camera do very well together. I got a hawk today, eating on top of the security camera platform.

  6. A great group of trail breakers to follow.

  7. I was beginning to wonder if you were in hibernation. Holy Moly, bat man, dems a bunch of sheep. Heaven on earth, Lovely Ouray is.

  8. I'm speechless...amazed...wowed....and taking deep breaths!

  9. What awesome, amazing photos of these majestic creatures:) So very glad they allowed you to get these beautiful photos. Boy, those are magnificent horns. Sure looks like they have seen lots of battle time. The snow covered terrain is just gorgeous. Thanks for taking us along:)

  10. Those are the very best kinds of hikes--close encounters with fury creatures! I love the quizzical look on the ewe's face. Or maybe she just has crazy eyes. Either way, great shot!

  11. Lucky, Lucky You
    You have the mountains,
    You have the views,
    Now you have the ewes too!
    Lucky, lucky you!

  12. Great sheep shots! How modest your wish to see the hare bounding by instead of a lynx. One animal I don't wish to come across in the wild is a mountain lion!


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