I love buffalo.
I don't know what age I was when I began answering the question, "What's your favorite animal?" with "A buffalo." instead of, "A dog."
It's been a while.
They are just so serene. So beautiful, majestic, strong, and although the sign at Yellowstone says not to get too close, inside I think they are kind. Just... you know, don't get too close.
My husband and I had to pass through Yellowstone at night on our way to Wyoming for a meeting. We only saw one animal, and it was a buffalo. He began crossing the street in front of our car. A huge black shape passing us. We slowed down and drove by him and I just admired his beauty. Or maybe it was a she? I admired her beauty. And I remember the very last glance I had of her was looking back and seeing her eyes as we drove away. You'll think I'm nuts, but it almost gives me shivers just thinking of it. She looked so kind. Just another wild animal being kind out there.
And then we drove on and the trees disappeared on both sides of us and blackness swallowed the sides of our car. I can only guess there were hundreds of buffalo out in those fields that we couldn't see. I did however see a head or two looming in the darkness, just outside of our car's light.