The biggest change is how normal it has become to have this herd of five water buffalo milling about. We have our routines. Some days, rare days thankfully, I don't see them at all. While those aren't good days for me, the buffalo seem to do just fine. Each of them seems healthy and, despite their disparate personalities, they are functioning well as a group. I'm surprised how often I find the calves hanging with (and sometimes messing with) Eschol who seems quite chill about them now. Even when Mabel tucks her head under his belly as if to give him grief for not coming equipped with an udder (I mean, c'mon, Dad, there are all these dangly bits--why not some that are useful to me???).
|Mabel tasting the black raspberry leaves.|
|Chuck and Mabel|
|Chuck with Audrey (standing) & Effie|
|Chuck's little horns starting to emerge|
|Mabel a.k.a., Miss Muddy Hooves|
|Chuck charging out of the wallow|