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. 
