Sheep Hunting With Camera

Flehming Ram

     Besides the spectacular scenery in Jasper, I got to spend four days with Rocky Mountain Sheep during their rut late last fall. I was hoping to get a few shots of head banging but that did not happen. I spent mot of my time with a herd of about 50 animals. There were about a dozen rams of various ages and sizes and I'm pretty sure that they already had their pecking order well established so there was no need to waste any energy on a dominance struggle.
     Sitting quietly upon the side hill among a mixed herd of wild animals and allowing them to do what ever they want to is a feeling like no other. As I first encroached on their pasture, they were very wary of my intentions. I crossed the opening slowly until I found a comfortable place behind a wind-sheltering rock and sat down. Within a few minutes the female sheep were back to feeding, chewing cuds and dodging amorous rams. The rams did not care about me at all; they did care about their sexy ewes.

Cud Chewing Ewe

     I figure that I must be doing a good job when the herd wandered past me within a few feet and some even lay down to comfortably chew cuds. (Wouldn't our lives be better if we had to pause in our busy days to chew our cuds?)
     Trying to figure out the body language of the rutting mountain sheep is another story for study. A ram may be laying down chewing away when suddenly he will get up and march directly to an unsuspecting ewe. She may be grazing calmly and here he comes, head tilted sideways, neck outstretched and lips extended for a sniff of her back end. Sometimes she will jog ahead a few steps but he is persistent. Once he has had a good sniff, he will curl his lips back and inhale her scent. Her taste will let him know how close she is to be ready for breeding. Once he has her figured out, he may pursue other nearby opportunities or strut over to another ram, displaying his dominance. Occasionally he will strike out with a front foot, trying to get the attention of a sheep not taking him seriously.

Ram With Ewes

     For me, the antics of the sheep is very entertaining but it is also a part of my own rejuvenation of spirit. Time spent in such a fine "sit-spot" is medicine as good as any bought in the drug store. Depression seeps away, lungs are re-freshened by this crisp mountain air and worries are forgotten.
     I decided to try a different herd if I could find them early one morning. I drove toward Maligne Lake and saw nothing but tracks on the way there. At the lake, I was the only person left in the whole world, I was sure. I walked down along the shoreline toward a glowing sunrise. I could hear the river babbling behind me but no other sound. I stepped around the corner, out of sight and sound of the running water and sat down. There was no sound happening at all. How often can we find a place today where there is no sound? I was sure that I could hear the sun rise beyond the cloud and mist rising from some still open water. Far off, an owl called a couple times, then nothing again. I was able to make a couple photos of this beautiful place but for me, the silence was as spectacular as the scene lighting up in front of my eyes. Life is good.

Frosty Sunrise on Maligne Lake