When we came home from Pittsburg Saturday, we came a different route and passed a buffalo farm. Going through Kansas, it’s just flat and lots of prairie type land. I was thinking about when the settlers came across Kansas and Oklahoma and the Indians and buffalo were roaming, unfettered by fences or interstate highways. My mind wanders and I think of back then when young people (or old people) left home and went west. Those moms must have been really sad. I wouldn’t have been a good pioneer mom. No email, no cell phones, no land lines, real mail was “iffy” (kinda like today I guess but cheaper).
The thought crossed my mind that it’s sad that this buffalo (there were many out there, I just got a picture of this one) never knew what it was like to roam the prairies. He’s always lived behind a fence and probably gets fed hay or whatever buffalo eat, has someone out providing water when the ponds freeze over. He doesn’t have a clue what his ancestors dealt with . . though I doubt he spends much time worrying about his ancestors.
Then I looked at the next picture I’d taken and what the heck? His ancestors never saw a power plant or electricity transmission lines passing over the prairie! Guess that’s the price we have to pay for all these modern conveniences I was worried about losing if the ice knocked out our power. Oh well, he doesn’t look very bothered by any of it. It’s just that goofy woman in that motorized wagon taking pictures with that fancy camera that has his attention right now.