There used to be a small herd of Buffalo somewhere outside of Palmyra when I was a kid. They didn’t run wild – somebody had them fenced in. I remember being taken to see them, but they were so far away they appeared a little brown lumps off in the distance that moved occasionally. I honestly didn’t see what the hubbub was about when my parents got all excited that we were “going to see the buffalos, oboy!”
I guess that’s part of being a kid – mystified as to why the adults got excited about certain things and they scratching their heads about what we kids found interesting.
