141 🦊 Bison in My Backyard
On my encounter with wild bison in Yellowstone, a herd of bison in my city’s backyard, and lessons learned on the tragic history of bison in North America.
Ahoy!
It’s been a while since I wrote to you. I’ve been a bit blocked from publishing blogs and newsletters, not because I don’t have much to say, but because I have too much to say! March has been an eventful month with lots of wildlife adventures I want to share with you. I’m finally catching up on writing about them.
Today I want to talk to you about bison. I have a new post for you to check out:
Bison in My Backyard
A lone bison in Yellowstone stopped me in my tracks, and led me into a journey through the heartbreaking history of the American bison.
I talk about my encounter with wild bison in Yellowstone as well as a herd of bison in my city’s backyard, and I share some lessons learned on the tragic history of bison in North America.
I knew not to come any closer. Not because of a posted sign, but because of the energy in the air. It was eerily quiet. I could feel the bison’s gaze resting upon me. A gentle warning to stay away.
I had always known that wild animals own their territory. But now I felt it, deep within my bones.
This was their territory. I was an intruder.
I urge you to check this one out, especially if you aren’t familiar with the story of bison in America.
In an increasingly disconnected world, we must find a way to connect with the ground we walk on.
To do so, we must understand the history of its nature, and of its animals, for they form the very Earth beneath our footsteps.