Sunday leftovers

A collection of images left in the camera from the previous week. 

Barn swallows are building a new nest outside my bedroom window...

...and swarms of tarantula hawk wasps are chewing on the chamisa.

Someone is drinking all the water I'm putting out for Mama and Junior, but it's impossible to know who.
Surely Johnny can't be that thirsty. The tub holds 15 gallons, which I refill each evening
when Smooch and I head out to check on the herd.

We also use that opportunity to stalk Mama and Junior.

I took this picture Saturday morning. Mama's chest wound seems to look better.

I'm not going to show you the new picture of her leg wound. 

It's getting worse, and she's having a harder time getting around.

Nature's in charge and I'm not going to intervene, not that I even could.

This picture was taken from about 50 feet away, I think.

If I got one step closer she would run, or try to anyway.

My gut tells me she may not survive but she's doing her best to hang on until Junior is old enough to go off on his own.

There are plenty of other pronghorns passing through, and he'll have no trouble finding a herd to join.

I just hope it's not any time soon.