DON'T PET THE FLUFFY COWS

you won't get hurt amd you will probably live longer.

Some thoughts on that last post. My generation, or many of us grew up on westerns like Bonanza, The Big Valley, Rawhide or Gunsmoke. Maybe we didn't see herds of buffalo but we had farm kin, or grew up in small towns. Well it's two generations later. Most of the many of the small farms and small toiwns are gone. And I suspect that most of the visitors to places like Yellowstone do read the rules and follow them at least most of the time. But it only takes a few like this bunch to give park vistors a bad name, near heart attacks for the rangers and visits to the local emergency rooms. 

This mama buffalo lives in South Dakota in Custer State Park. A couple of years ago a gal attending the motorcycle rally in Sturgis took a little side trip and got between mama and her calf. Luckily for her the belt on her pants broke. Mama got the pants the lady ended up in the emergency room. There was no permanent damage. 

Lucky for her the Pleistocene bison are no longer with us. seven and a half feet tall at the shoulder, up to fifteen feet long, wider set of horns, and weighed well over two tons. They died out about thirty thousand years ago at the last glacial masimum. 

Now this little lady is only about six feet at the shoulder and oh say, eleven feet long. Still built like a small Sherman tank with most of the weight carried in the head and sholders. Phone cameras come with a zoom function. Use it and do not try to pet the fluffy cows. And do not come between mama and her calf. That is a really bad idea. Just take a look at those jeans. I wonder how long it took for mama to lose her fetching head gear.