The Buffalo are Out
In Wisconsin, my mother delighted in seeing the first robin. Mounds of snow and sub zero weather gradually gave way to heaps of dirty snow, brown leaves and mud. Optimism abounds in those first few robins cheerily skipping from one patch of mud to another in search of a meal.
Here in my part of Texas, spring is marked by the return of the buffalo. Just south of Lufkin, there is a small herd of bison. At first I would see only two or three grazing amongst the trees and confined by a very tall woven wire fence. They weren’t out very long, not even a whole day, and I wouldn’t see them every year. Last week they were out—a herd of over a hundred, grazing on what remained of the grass on a very large field. I was tired and coming home from a long day at work but I stopped to take their photos.
This one watched me carefully; I don’t know if he (or she) expected food or was simply the most responsible, looking for potential trouble. I’m sure my ‘horse’—a F250 truck and my ‘rifle’—a Canon 5 were considerably puzzling.