I always say that each new colt I start teaches me something new.
With only one month or so left of my internship here, I wanted to take a moment to write down some of the highlights of my experiences—both to share with you in the moment and for future me to fondly recall them. As I recount these experiences, I am reminded of a book shared with me at a camp I worked at last summer called I’m in Charge of Celebrations by Byrd Baylor.
A whirlwind bison works in South Dakota.
Many of you probably think I’m completely stranded in the middle of nowhere, with nothing but a few hundred buffalo and a herd of horses keeping me company. This is not entirely true—the small town of McLaughlin is but a short five miles south of the Wilder.
Vast views on the plains.
Our bison threatened to stampede through the North Dakota pipeline demonstration during the fall roundup.
In the buffalo pasture, there are many places where the fences are drifted over and the buffalo have taken this opportunity to walk right over them and head south for the winter.