After the sheep passed, we climbed the ridge separating Mann from Meriwether Canyon, a deep, rugged chasm. There we cut back, staying high, working toward the summit over the flat where we took our birds. Halfway back, Poz spotted something in Meriwether. He borrowed my glasses. "Goats," he said. "Looks like two nannies and oneÂ¿Â¿no, two kids." Life and death define the natural cycle of things, and where once death dominated, now life has returned.