One of the delights of living with animals is the perspective it gives you as to other forms of life. In this case it is Rosebud and Bluebell, the Buffalo Girls, with their massive prehistoric heads, huge bodies and tiny delicate feet on which they dance and bounce like lightweight ballerinas. Insatiably curious, they investigate thoroughly and with intelligence any new occurrence in their 20-acre domain. They were actively involved in the building of Wendy’s Garden, overseeing all construction efforts. No guest visits without the Buffalo Girls somehow sensing their arrival and coming from wherever they are to investigate, sniff, approve and greet. No overnight guest can take an evening walk along the fence line without, out of nowhere, finding themselves accompanied by two large brown shapes and a goat, all three keeping exact pace on the other side of the fence (well, perhaps Josie, the Buffalo Goat does arrive a bit behind the Girls — but she arrives none the less and participates fully).
Ever alert and watchful, they defend their area and their herd of humans, horses, donkeys, German Shepherd and a goat. The other day friends were taking a walk along the pasture when they spotted something small running across the field, perhaps a fox or a coyote. Suddenly they saw two large dark shapes absolutely streaking after the unfortunate creature with astonishing speed and agility. It ran for its life. They chased it clear out of the pasture and stopped short at the fence line. They knew their territory exactly and no strangers were allowed. Our friends came back a bit awed by what they had seen. The Girls are usually slow, placid, lumbering creatures. Here was quite another perspective. Wild animals continually dumbfound us with their depths, intelligence, and abilities, and their capacity to reach us on a primordial level. There is something inexplicably satisfying and comforting, feeling watched over by such fiercely protective, instinctual matriarchs. The female principle in potent form.
Healing Animal Voices by Rose De Dan
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