A Boy Bouquetin

..... in a bouquet of alpine flowers.

After a long walk up the Grand Chamossaire this morning to arrive before the tourists on the telecabine, I was gifted a delightful reward. I could smell him before I spotted him. He was so unfazed by the telephoto lens, eventually ambling over the ridge when he heard other people below.

Thanks to all of you who comment, and leave gifts of stars and hearts in my journal. Apologies for not keeping up with all of your journals: long walks and summer visitors are great, but puts blipping a bit on the back burner. Next week I might not be able to blip till I get back from a 5 day high Alpine trek, preparation for the Himalayas in September.