I admit I was not paying attention to how close she was getting. I looked up from my camera to see her eyes locked on mine. Gentleman that I am, I excused myself properly and got back a safe distance from her.
The buffalo of the Northern Plains still fascinate me even after photographing them for decades. I have heard of but cannot envision the millions of buffalo that wandered these unpopulated regions 150 years ago. I’ve seen mountains of buffalo skulls piled high above the men who shot them for sport. It is a black spot in American humanity.
Today the buffalo population has rebounded. Though no longer free to roam the Northern Plains, they are more numerous than they were 50 years ago. This cow was in a feed lot in either Morton or Oliver County. (I’m not sure where the county line runs.) So, being a bit domesticated, I was not in an immediate danger as I would have been had she been completely wild. 
North Dakota 365 
I like the way you tell the story….the photo is one of a kind as always, but the story makes it even more special!
Wow, thanks, Joni. Short, succinct stories. But when I’m old and in my rocking chair, the stories will get longer. 😉