Snow Leopard Hunting Mountain Goat - He Reached Her Kid. She Fought Back

This kid is eight meters below his mother and she cannot come down to him. Here his voice carries a long way. Nothing is decided by who is stronger. I'm Ray Walker. This begins yesterday morning in a nursery halfway up a cliff. Ten days ago Myra gave birth here. Halfway up a wall almost nothing else can climb. Her kid Suri weighs less than a bag of rice. The wall keeps him safe. The wall could also kill him. The lessons start on the first day of life. Mira climbs. Suri's first try fails, and the edge is one step away. A goat's hoof splits in two and spreads. Hard rim to bite the stone. Soft pad inside to hold it. But grip takes practice. Half a meter. For Mira, that is nothing. One step and she is across. For Suri, it is the whole morning. There is no path here. Mira reads the wall. Every crack, every hole. Suri follows her. One wrong choice, and the mountain decides for you. Hunger pulls them out across the open face. This pale crust is salt, minerals the mountain grass cannot give. To reach it, Mira stands on almost nothing, but this mountain, every meal, has a price. The midday sun melts the ice in the crack, and the rocks let go. So Mira pins Suri into the rock. But the real danger today is not coming from above. Down at the foot of the wall, one of these rocks is not a rock. They called her the Ghost of the Mountains. she has not eaten in four days she does not chase what she can see she waits for what she can catch up on that rock she can never catch them so she waits at the bottom and every afternoon the goats come down off the wall to feed suri mira has to feed herself she is not the only one who knows downwind low using every block something on the wind his head he is already looking she lies down Suri feeds a single step Mira looks down the rock is empty the hunter is gone the hunter has a predator you can see is dangerous one you cannot see is worse and she cannot simply jump down the scree will not hold her weight not here mira calls he answers she can hear him she cannot reach him up here a kid's call carries a long way and last night the walls stopped her never seen us he does not need to get small get quiet get away from the edge There is one other way down, a blade of rock no wider than her hooves. If the mountain gives way now, she lands between her kid and the hunter. The hunter loses her grip, falls, does not have to, is not about. It is about knowing exactly where to stand. An eagle and a newborn that weighs exactly what it can carry. A mother who cannot fly against something that can. To see how that one ends, hit like and subscribe. There is a new fight on this mountain every week.