Back in 1997, during my first summer in Alaska, I spent a lot of time exploring the Chugach Mountains above town. One afternoon I struggled to reach the top of a nearby peak. When I finally made it to the top, I sat on the rocks while I enjoyed the magnificent scenery, and tried to catch my breath. After a time I heard a very soft clucking, similar to a chicken. I looked all around me until I noticed some subtly moving rocks.
They were not rocks, they were Rock Ptarmigan. They were actually all around me. I photographed some of them as they foraged within about 10 feet, (3 meters) of me. I was delighted with them.