Smooch and I were coming in from the back 40 Tuesday night when we spotted a pronghorn near the house.
I didn't have my camera then, which turned out to be a good thing. I could simply watch her and smile.
When I woke up Wednesday morning, I saw her again outside my window.
This isn't just any old pronghorn and I wanted you to see why she is special, so I tiptoed outside with my camera.
Apparently mama pronghorns don't feel overly threatened by half-naked, flip-flop-wearing paparazzi.
I was surprised by how close she allowed me to get.
Junior eventually stood up...
...and we bid adieu until the next time...