It’s taken me a while, but I’m finally learning something about myself. I’m an all or nothing kinda gal. I’ve had these pictures loaded onto my Live Writer page for over a week now. Only…waaaay out in the woods I simply couldn’t get internet service to post. So, I didn’t. Not even when I got home. Not only did I not post my pictures (or bother even bother with the text) I haven’t posted anything since. Sigh…
So, here are my some of my pictures from the Game Farm. (I’m hoping they enbiggen when you click on them…but frankly, I have no idea if they will or not!)
In the sleepy little town of Sequim (pronounced “skwim”) is the Olympic Game Farm. It’s a park that you drive your car through and can feed all sorts of animals through your window.
This is our friend Clyde. He ran along side the car switching from side to side begging for a crust of bread. He reminded me of a pesky little brother. (Not that I have one of those or anything!)
This is the view we saw most often…a big huge nose sniffing or an an eyeball looking for a crust of bread…which of course we happily provided.
We’ve been to the game farm a few times with Shaun. I finally refused to go with him because of the buffalo. They, of course, are his favorite part of the entire park. Mostly because the girls and I are terrified of them.
The VERY large buffalo that try to cram their entire heads into car windows. It amuses Shaun to stop the car and let the buffalo do as they eat us.
Actually all they want is some bread.
And they always give us gobs of slobber in return. They are considerate that way.
My dad was driving this time and he kept moving just like all the signs said. It finally dawned on me that these huge beasts are actually quite sweet. They seemed content to trot along beside the car and would happily lick you once in a while, especially if you gave them a slice of bread…kinda like an overgrown puppy.
It’s hard work making friends with buffalo…just ask the girls!