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whimpering & crying at being left by their mother, or else at the sound of my footsteps which they mistook for their mothers.  They were in plain view and [[strikethrough]] there [[/strikethrough]] were piled up, about half a bushel of them, of the size of prairie dogs.  There were nine - as many as I could count [[strikethrough]] fully [[/strikethrough]] funny little puppies with their eyes just open, almost black in colour tho both parents are light gray.  I left them undisturbed and set traps for the old wolves.  Photographed the den & the gulch & tracks.

Well worn trails follow the ridges out onto the mesa & the place could easily [[strikethrough]] by [[/strikethrough]] be found even if there was no snow.