I know that is what I was thinking and I suspect this American pika was thinking much the same.
I had taken a seat among a bunch of rocks, keeping watch for these little high-country residents. As I watched one, straight ahead, I caught some motion our of the corner of my eye. Turning, there was this pika, staring right at me. Quickly, I pivoted and snapped a few pics before it scurried off.
Taken this past weekend, I had a pretty good morning with these guys, getting some cool shots. Most notable was the picture I did not get – one of a baby pika. Not far from where I saw this guy, I was watching another when the tiniest pika I have ever seen appeared. I swear it wasn’t much bigger than a golf ball. Sadly, it quickly disappeared but it was pretty exciting to see.
