One baby lay on the ground and didn’t move as people swarmed
it. My hope is that it was okay.
And thanks to overhearing someone talking about the
Buffaloes “being out,” we leaped into our car and sped away—without a map
(never a very smart idea) on the search for the herd.
Millions of bison—same thing as buffaloes—used to roam the
prairie. These giant beasts were nearly hunted to extinction by fools with too
fancy a technology—the latest rifles and a desire for their bones to be ground
up into china. Yep…bone china.
I was told by people wise enough that I absolutely believe
them, that the bison got down to two small herds of less than 20 animals a
piece. Millions to less than 40. Thankfully, some wise people, just like those
who created State and National parks/preserves, through careful breeding there
are now wild herds like those in Yellowstone and Custer who are travelling the
prairie once more. And that all the bison in America today could have their DNA
traced back to those very two remaining herds.
Watching them move—the massive oldest male, standing back
ready to protect the mamas and their babies—the young males who hung back until
the last minute (those errant teenagers testing their boundaries)—and the pairs
of females and babies moving their way across the grassy valley toward the
trees, was magical.
So thank you wise people for sharing the past with us—and those
future, future generations. May wise people always exist to fight for such
places.
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