The first one I ever met followed me up 3,000 feet in Rocky Mountain National Park. At each turn, he stood at attention to cheer me on, or was he scolding me? Since arriving at the Gardens, I have heard tales of one who dead-headed petunias for a few years and now stands frozen (actually stuffed) in our Library.
Any mountain hiker in Colorado has heard a strange chirping noise that has caused them to scan the tops of peaks in search of a large, mysterious bird. It turns out, this high-pitched squeak is coming from a large, mysterious rodent, the marmot, or as some call it, the whistle pig.