Phil and I walked for a while today at Shelby Farms, enjoying the cool March afternoon. The field across from the lake is home to a small herd of American Bison. At first, they were some distance away, and I was kicking myself for not bringing my zoom lens along, but then they moved closer to the fence. I walked over to take a few close-up shots, and one bison came all the way up to the fence. I reached out and touched his hair (or should I call it fur?). It was rough and tangled and beautiful. Not so many years ago these mighty animals roamed freely across the plains. They seem now like odd cut-outs from a history lesson.
American Bison at Shelby Farms