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Soon the evening shadows began to lengthen their while dark clouds were covering the sky, until then bright blue. We headed for the Dead Mulas Refuge, about 8 km
Then we went to see weather and gray forms taking the contours of the hills that surround the refuge. Looking to the one in the back we were surprised to see the trembling silhouette of a camel is silhouetted against the dark clouds, stumbling, falling and rising again, only to fall again.
Then think of a sick or injured animal, so slowly, with Stephanie, begin to ascend to where he was in his late fall. Within minutes we got to him. Vicuñita was a very fragile little body, a very few days of life, with two huge eyes shining in a tiny head, which is mimicked on the ground next to the yellow and multiple coirones.
Seeing us arrive, he tried unsuccessfully to stand. With sweet and gentle words came Stephanie a ella tomándola con facilidad en sus brazos. Miramos en derredor y no vimos ningún otro animal. Decidí subir unos cerros aledaños para ver señales de su madre. Enero es un mes de parición para estos animales, pero lo raro era que estuviese solo. Barajé algunas posibilidades al no observar movimiento alguno por gran distancia de los alrededores. O su madre lo abandonó, que suele suceder aunque raramente. Que haya sido matada por alguien. O que el recién nacido por alguna circunstancia se hubiese separado de la manada y no se volviesen a reunir, lo que me resultaba difícil.
Bajamos con el bello animalito hasta el refugio. Estefanía, que está terminando race nutrition, quickly made her a warm milk and improvised a bottle with a small container of mineral water, which provides brand-billed luck. Vicuñita arranged the first on the floor and was turning slowly drops of milk into his mouth. In the beginning was a natural rejection, but then it increased acceptance as in his empty stomach was starting to get some of the vital liquid. She was hungry. Accepted half of the pack and was resting and assimilating food. A little later, as the compliance in the arms of his mother ended up all the liquid.
A short while later stopped back on its feet with some grace. Someone whispered, is cuter than Bambi! The left free. It was slowly moving away from us towards the lagoon
was two or three hours, until a mutual gaze crossed the red fox image in our brains. We ran to where he had been "Bambi." There she was, curled up and receiving corpuscles crystalline snow that the wind began to bring. Stephanie took her in his hands and settled into a large existing stone oven in front of the shelter. Prepared another bottle of milk, for dinner, and motherly in the middle of the dim light of a lantern he gave every sip. Appeared and the little tongue of the vicuña trying to suck more food. Excellent sign! murmured the lady. It was time to go to sleep. It started snowing harder. All night there was storm. I was glad we'd made the decision.
The dawn was white. There were no images defined. Only the closest vehicle covered with snow. We went in the oven. Bambi was okay, although his pelamen upholstery snow surface. Again her large eyes turned to Stephen. This again had prepared a bottle of hot milk. And again began the ceremony of food, though now greatly facilitated.
We were happy. Bambi looked better, and I was not sick at some point as we had feared. I could not help but be pleasantly surprised when Stephanie leaving the oven, the animal immediately stopped and came swiftly after her. With gentleness and joy followed step by step, and when The lady stopped, the vicuñita circling it. He had found his surrogate mother! I was not going to abandon it for anything!
could not leave her there. Her mother had not appeared. Very soon be the victim of a fox or a lion. As we were leaving settled into the arms of the lady in the front seat enjoying the sunshine that caressed through the windshield, while stripping out the cold. Gently traveled with us.
Urriche The popular Don Cirilo and excellent people, "Jagüé-rangers, would take over it. This happened because these people gladly took over. As we walked away a tear shone in the face of the lady. Jagüé traveler who passes by, be sure to admire the vicuñita.
Jaime Suárez
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