Below are photos from the very special occasion.
Here is my buddy. Not sure if he needs a name or not, but he seems to know me.
Are we brothers from another birth?
How could you say no to these inviting eyes?
Such a beautiful head. I petted the forehead and the Buffalo reciprocated by making his own noises and licking my hand. For a moment, I was almost teary eyed. Had I cried, that'd have been okay too.
There he stands looking at me.
I took my bicycle closer to the fence. The Buffalo wasn't sure of what I was doing. So, I backed off a bit and let him get used to me and give him his space and the respect he deserved. Just as he treated me with kindness.
Who knew commute to work could be this fun? :)
My buddy Buffalo was joined soon by another friend.
I have been pondering about this encounter.
It feels like it was meant to happen.
Personally, apart from our categorization of "human" v. "animal", I didn't feel the Buffalo was, as a "person" anything different than "me, the human".
Who am I? Who are we?
Are we all not connected?
Perhaps more connected than perhaps our rationale will help us understand?
Perhaps more than how much some of our egos will let us admit?
I will leave you with a song by The Allman Brothers, while I ponder some more ...
Linking with Saturday's Critters, Shadow Shot Sunday 2
Have a Happy Weekend!