So, the Snipe Sisters went Ptarmigan hunting.
Meandering about in the most amazing country, 40 degrees with about a 40-50 mph wind. Views that took your breath away.
Joan was cold.
Deb was looking. We were all looking and looking for ptarmigan.
And we finally found some. On the leeward side of the mountain. Momma and 3 babies.
Then two more, then 3 more.
These lovely birds were pattering ever so slowly through the tundra, picking and eating various leaves. We were spell bound.
They could have cared less. Eating and eating.
How many Ptarmigan can you see?