The Rockies: Bison


Apart from the mud volcano and the mud pots and a few fumaroles at the beginning of our day, we mainly saw animals. So many that we never got to the next geothermal feature. And mostly we saw bison.

I have always had a soft spot for bison. The first time I remember seeing a live bison was when I was in Artis–the Amsterdam city zoo–when I was about sixteen. I was immediately in love. Big and fierce, not overly bright, but I could forgive that, because he was soooo cuddly.

He was by himself, in a cage of about twelve by twelve feet, and knowing now that they are animals of the endless plains, having a bison in a zoo, in any kind of enclosure, seems absolutely criminal.

So even though it’s thrilling to see a bison up close . . .

. . . what I loved most was seeing them in their natural habitat, in the wide open spaces, kicking up dirt . . .

. . . going wherever they want . . .

. . . taking their time . . .

. . . or just hanging out in a perfect Dances With Wolves landscape.

Toward sunset a few bison were especially accommodating for us homo sapiens photographus.

This herd was hanging around near the road until the sun went down, at which point one male walked up a little rise to have his silhouette photo taken. Thank you, sir!

2 responses to “The Rockies: Bison

  1. Oh wow! The only bison I have ever seen are the ones from those prehistoric cave paintings!

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