Oh give me a home where the buffalo roam
by LeeAnn McLaneGoetz McLaneGoetzStudioLLCcom
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Oh give me a home where the buffalo roam
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LeeAnn McLaneGoetz McLaneGoetzStudioLLCcom
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Traverse City Michigan
The bison is the largest mammal in North America. At one time, the bison population was estimated to be well over 60 million, but they were hunted almost to extinction during the 19th century and by 1900 only around 800 remained. Thanks to a careful breeding program by conservationists and ranchers, there are now more than 200,000 bison in the United States mostly in the Dakotas, Montana, Nebraska and Colorado.
Although theyre well adapted to cold winters, bison arent native to northern Michigan. The Traverse City herd, which numbers almost 300 animals, got its start in 1958.
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April 25th, 2013
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LeeAnn McLaneGoetz McLaneGoetzStudioLLCcom
The song Home on the Range was the first thing I thought of when I saw this beautiful herd of Buffalo and new born, making their way across the plains. Oh, give me a home where the buffalo roam Oh, give me a home where the buffalo roam And the deer and the antelope play Where seldom is heard a discouraging word And the skies are not cloudy all day Home, home on the range Where the deer and the antelope play Where seldom is heard a discouraging word And the skies are not cloudy all day How often at night when the heavens are bright With the light from the glittering stars Have I stood there amazed and asked as I gazed If their glory exceeds that of ours Home, home on the range Where the deer and the antelope play Where seldom is heard a discouraging word And the skies are not cloudy all day Where the air is so pure, the zephyrs so free The breezes so balmy and light That I would not exchange my home on the range For all of the cities so bright Home, home on the range Where the deer and the antelope play Where seldom is heard a discouraging word And the skies are not cloudy all day Oh, I love those wild flow'rs in this dear land of ours The curlew, I love to hear scream And I love the white rocks and the antelope flocks That graze on the mountaintops green