We were really excited to see a wild goat crossing the road and pulled off to see if he would hang around. He didn’t, he went on down the slope to the river and disappeared in the thick brush. But when I looked to the other side up the mountain I saw something even better. A lot of goats and most of them are a few months old, hanging out there on the rocky cliff and checking me out. If I didn’t stop and didn’t pay close attention I would probably never notice them up there, they blend in so well. I hope they have long and productive lives in Montana mountains.
