"Home, home on the range, where the deer and the antelope play ….”
I was driving along Highway 287 in Montana the other day, just south of Ennis, and spied a small herd of pronghorn antelope grazing off in the field not too far from the Rusty Star where I was staying. One of the critters bolted upright and “alerted” — turning and twitching his ears every which way like radar antennae.
“What did you hear?” inquired one of his grazing companions.
“I thought I heard a discouraging word, but was mistaken,” he replied, and then drifted back to his ruminations...