Tuesday, July 10, 2007

Where the Buffalo Roam


He just sat there. High on a knoll overlooking the harbor, the town's resident buffalo took on a kingly air. I first spotted our elusive town mascot this evening on a stroll with Mr. Smith on our way into the village to mail a letter. With camera in hand I set out following the 'buffalo chip trail' to get a closer shot.
And he continued to just sit there as I tiptoed from behind him, closer, then around the front, easing my way with quiet determination. It wouldn't have been prudent to startle the beast. They can move fast and change direction seemingly on a dime. We made eye contact and his tolerant expression never changed as my camera whizzed and I inched nearer. As I hunkered down in the dry grass in front of him, I noticed his tagged left ear, and the multitude of scars on his hide. Despite the Catalina Conservancy's best effort, buffalo don't think twice about walking through barbed wire fences when the grass looks a bit greener on the other side.
Now you can't blame them. This year is proving to be the driest on the Southern California's historical record. I have never seen the island so dry and it wouldn't take too much imagination to envision the scrubby hillsides as sand dunes. Lately I had been noticing quite a few more 'chips' scattered about than usual - evidence that a few had broken away from their inner island herd, no doubt searching for edible vegetation and a watering hole.
Originally 14 bison were transported to the island for the 1925 filming of The Vanishing American. Since then the population of bison has grown and has been as large as 400. To maintain their health and the island's ability to sustain their population, the bison herd is occasionally kulled (reduced). Buffalo burgers can be found on some island menu's, the most famous served from the Buffalo Springs Station located at the Catalina Island Airport. Buffalo meat is often seen in the meat section of Avalon's grocery stores.
They are an amazing animal, and aside from their inability to clean up after themselves, I view buffalo as a whole, a generally polite species. On your next visit to the island, pay your respects to our local residents and bend an elbow in salute with a Buffalo Milk libation.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Thank you, Mrs. Smith! Great story... great pics... continue writing, k? let me know when you write a book (that's assuming you haven't already done so... have you?)