When you drive down the long lane into a horse farm in South Florida, you can’t miss seeing a smallish shed just before you get to the cabin. Looking closer, the signs “Charley’s Place” and “Where The Buffalo Roams” stand out.

As with the rest of the farm, it is very nicely kept up, fresh paint, ceiling fan, etc. The building looks like a single loafing shed for a horse named Charley (it is a horse ranch after all), but what about the rest of the sign… where the buffalo roams… what’s up with that?

The CLUE is a large lump under a tree at the far end of the field…

IT MOVES… and it has gotten up and is coming closer!

It is CHARLEY THE BUFFALO (a buffalo on a horse farm… a very nice horse farm… in South Florida? THAT is a story in and unto itself!!!)

OK… now here is a small problem. Charley is BIG (very big), doesn’t look particularly pleased and is headed towards me at a very rapid rate (very rapid… the ground shakes when he gallops). There is a fence between us but I suspect the fence will be the equivalent of several toothpicks at the rate Charley is moving.

What to do????

A very quick shot and then GET OUT OF THE WAY!!!!

Epilogue: all came out well: Charley lost interest in trampling, mauling. eating, tossing or otherwise doing in the lone photographer and wandered off. I recovered nicely, aided by a cold beverage.

April 25, 2010