Winter 2011 Newsletter
It’s been a cold snowy winter here in northern Wyoming. As we write, the temperature is around zero. The world is soft and still. The red cliffs that surround us are frosted with snow, and each time one of the buffalo exhales, his or her breath hangs in the air like a frozen cloud. One of the best things about winter is that buffalo play a lot when it’s cold. At dawn this morning they were out running across the field, chasing each other, kicking their heels and tossing their heads. We imagine this behavior is shorthand for, “Boy, it feels good to warm up.”