“When will my Horns Grow?”

One of last year’s young chamois still looks such a baby. He has survived the winter but soon will have to fend for himself when his Mum (extra in hiding) gives birth again in the late spring. The best thing about all this wet weather we are having is that the leaves underfoot are soggy and silent. The chamois let me approach very closely today. I thought Preston was going to have to be an EB!