National Geographic : 1993 Aug
TIBET ie, the murmur of their soft grunts filling eonly females and young. Whenever a ;ed to forage, her month-old offspring suc] led down, exhausted. nant females had hurried north, moving nering plains and past snow-swept moun ancient migration route to some mysteri irth. It is a place so remote that even i do not venture near it. It is so bleak that tle more than the dry leaves of a sharp . We had tried to follow the herds, but )pped us at Heishi Beihu, "blackrock led for its black lava flows. Now, in early OFFERING MEALS ON THE MOVE, A TIBETAN ANTELOPE SUCKLES HER MONTH-OLD OFFSPRING. BY THE THOUSANDS, ANTELOPE STILL SWEEP FREELY ACROSS THE WILD HEART OF TIBET.