I had an absolutely fabulous time watching this little guy (or gal) near the top of Trail Ridge Road. I stopped to take pictures of Marmots and sat down on a large rock to watch. Well, it turns out this Pika’s nest was beneath my chosen stool. That didn’t bother it one bit however.
I watched it scamper out 20 yards or so, gather up some greenery, stop for a second to see if I was still there, then return and run right under the rock to place its new bedding. This repeated more than a dozen times before I moved on.
At one point it came up the opposite side of the rock and much to my surprise, when I turned around, there it was not 18 inches away looking at me. It let loose with a ‘bark’ that startled the heck out of me then went back about its day.
