I know that I should stay in my car. There are too many other cars and someone else will decide to get out. Someone always thinks that they need to join me. “She’s doing it, why can’t I.” They’ll get out and get all involved and muck of the moment. Probably tick off the beauties, run them off. Oh, good they are leaving.
I get out of my car and find a place on the pavement. I can hear the voices now, “They’re dangerous and unpredictable.” Yes, I know. I’ve got this. I’m at least three fancy RV lengths away. I respect them. I’m not imposing my presence on them and I’m not running up to them. It will be fine.
Seriously, don’t get your spurs all rusted up and tangled up in tumbleweed. I was hiking yesterday and ran into like 6 and a coyote and lived to tell about. Besides, if it is my time to go…what better way to go at the moment.
I feel like I’m being stared at. Am I being stared at? Where is that coming from?
Hey there, cutie! Are you looking at me? Is he looking at me? Maybe he’s just afraid that I will reach out and touch him. There’s plenty of space, he can go far around me. He’s not going around me. Is he coming up to me? Surely, he’s not coming up to me? He’s getting awfully close. Should I be worried? I should probably get back in my car. Yes, I should most definitely get back in my car. Oh, my.
Well, hello there. Are you going to eat my camera? Are you going to eat me? Is your mama going to come slam me against the car. Crap. Here comes a car. They’re slowing down and staring. I need to act like I’m avoiding you.
He’s following me. Are you following me? He’s seriously following me. Why are you following me? Must stop smiling. We’ve gone around my entire car. The other car has driven past. Can I pet you? No, no I should not pet you. I cannot take you home and call you George. I’m going to do it. Wait…no, there’s another car. I’m going to leave now.
Stop looking at me like that. I cannot pet you. One of these people will think that they can do it too. Go away. Go act like a buffalo. I’m getting in my car now. Don’t. Don’t do that. Don’t look at me with those big doughy eyes and rub against my car. What’s this idiot doing? No, not you, honey. The idiot that just got out of his car and is approaching that big, giant beast that is 10x bigger than you are. This cannot possibly end well.
Guy gets back in his car unscathed. That is good…yes, that is good. I’m not disappointed. It is good. It is. Yes. Though, I do wish that big beast had stood up and knocked the guy down a notch of two from that cocky arrogance he is walking with. I didn’t say that. Don’t judge.
**No buffalo, or idiots, were harmed during this moment. And no…as much as I wanted to, I did not pet a buffalo nor pick him up and put him in my car.**
Have a beautiful day and tomorrow.
Montana Rose Photography