30 WATCHED BY WILD ANIMALS 



view of a tiny cony haystack back in a cave- 

 like place formed among the rocks. By this 

 was the entrance to a cony den. In the thin 

 layer of snow were numerous cony tracks. To 

 this entrance I traced the cony. 



As I stooped, examining things beneath, I 

 heard a cony call above. Edging out of the 

 entrance I saw two conies. They were sitting 

 on the same rock in the sunshine. One prob- 

 ably was the owner of the little haystack 

 the other the cony from the wrecked home. 



