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Early morning, Many Glacier Campground, June 6, 2015
Something is crashing through the willows at the edge of our campsite. I put down my coffee and stand to see what is making such a racket. I see three shapes through the bushes, and start to sit down again – just some deer.
Hold on. That’s no deer.
She lifts her head into the sunlight to get a better look at us.
To my surprise, she doesn’t bolt, but just keeps on browsing while keeping a close eye on her kids. At one point something startles them and one of the calves makes a run for it. Mama wakes up then, and chases the wanderer around the underbrush until he gets back under control. She then decides that putting the creek between her and the campers is a good idea. The smaller calf is not too sure about crossing the stream…
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