Bouquetin King on his Throne

I saw him high up, just his horns silhouetted against a snow patch and slowly worked my way up to, and around, him. He was so patient, he had obviously seen me but did not move from his seated position surveying his territory (extra) and looking out towards the Matterhorn and other big Valaisan mountains with their fresh snow. Then he slowly got up and ambled off to eat. What a treat. Now I seem to be a bit tired!