Celebrating Spring with Grandson Lincoln
This past week my grandson Lincoln and I happened to notice the buffalo grazing and watering down by the river. He loves buffalo, and when I asked him if he wanted to go and see them his 21 month old legs took off running for his coat.
We approached the herd very slowly and occasionally called out "Come Buffers, Come Buffers", while drumming the side of the vehicle.
Lincoln caught on quickly and once we were stopped he started tapping the 4-wheeler and softly muttered "Buffah, Buffah".
The buffalo circled around us and we listened to their soft grunts and spoke back to them in the same manner. Lincoln watched them closely and occasionally let out squeals of joy!
We noticed the expecting mother buffalo, heavy with their calves.
Even with their extra weight they looked content (How do they do that?).
Lincoln only lost his focus when I left the vehicle, which he then thought gave him the go-ahead to be the driver! (Emergency brake was fully engaged and I was within feet.)
He pursed his lips together and made his best tractor/vehicle noise.
We stayed for a couple of hours, until the last of the buffalo were ready to cross.
We said our goodbyes and thanked the buffalo for allowing us to be among them. I tucked Lincoln close to me and we buckled up and headed back to the house. His eyes were shut within minutes. I relished in his warmth as we slowly made our way home.