A young ewe of the Bighorn family felt invisible. Plain and tan, with bare slivers of horn, she faded easily into the canyon walls. But not today! She skipped from rock to rock, down the mountain to the Wild Hat Competition.“Rams get all the attention for wearing bulky crash helmets,” she had complained to the orioles who were crafting her hat. “Make me into a shooting star!”
Desert Paintbrush sizzled at the tips of Red Yucca leaves; Desert Fern, Spreading Daisies and a Globemallow orbited around her face and neck. Fine filigrees of dried Grama Grass scrolled like music. Buzzing close by was a shimmering hummingbird.
[excerpt from the book “The Wild Hat”]