I startled a small group of chamois as I walked around a large boulder. At first I saw four kids and two adults, the larger one most likely the mother. The kids could not be more than a couple of months old. She produced a sharp whistle, and all of them scampered uphill. They did not run far, though. To reward my toil, for I was among the peaks, my curiosity, and my appreciation, they continued grazing only a hundred paces from where I stood. I have never seen the chamois that close. Then a few others appeared from behind other boulders. They were grazing peacefully, as well. I sat down to enjoy my reward to the full.