tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-56478116137608623292024-10-31T23:51:17.841-07:00A chronicle of a woman's dream to own a bison ranch.Sandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04317866054456059174noreply@blogger.comBlogger13125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5647811613760862329.post-36271766074107529892010-06-17T13:00:00.000-07:002010-06-17T13:02:07.185-07:00

Here is an article I wrote for another website recommending bison meat as a tasty and healthful alternative to beef. Bison Meat: Tasty, Versatile, and Good for You, Too

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Doubt whom you will, but never yourself.—Christine Bovee Page  and I recently spent five travel-packed days in Arkansas and Missouri touring quite a few properties and getting a feel for the beauty and livability of the various small- and mid-size towns.  Land is considerably less expensive there than it is here in Oregon, and just as beautiful. Missouri and Arkansas are situated

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Ever wonder what sounds a bison makes? Here is one bellowing. This one is more of a grunt. Check out the tongue!   Buffalo Dream Catcher - Home

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Where is Moldova? Since this blog’s inception in late September, I’ve been amazed at the amount of traffic it’s received from all over the United States and the world.  Capriana Monastery in Moldova Visitors from Texas, New York, Louisiana, and Illinois, as well as Moldova,  Pakistan, Egypt, Scotland, and Canada have somehow found

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There is a reason that cowboys sing about a home on the range “where the buffalo roam.”  Bison are happiest when they have room to roam.  In the wild, they often travel one or two miles per day, foraging for food and water.  As settlers moved west across North America, they encountered the paths made by bison and deer as they traveled between feeding grounds and during their

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[Readers, stay tuned for a new feature in this blog:  Cooking with Bison.  Page and I will periodically prepare a new bison dish, either from an online recipe or from our own invention and I will write about it here.  We will include photos as well as what we learned during the cooking process and reactions from everyone in the family.  We will cover every cut of meat: 

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  Any glimpse into the life of an animal quickens our own and makes it so much the larger and better in every way.   -- John Muir  This is our cat, Magic Storm.  She is about 10 months old and has been with us for about eight months.  Magic Storm, who has big, green eyes and is small for her age, doesn’t meow like other cats – she chirps and squeaks to let us know

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1.  Wallowing is when bison roll on the prairie to give themselves "dust baths."  Wallowing creates a saucer-like depression called a wallow out on the prairie. Wallows were once a common features of the plains; usually these wallows are dust bowls without any vegetation. 2.  Once, 50 million bison roamed the Great Plains of North America, but an 1887 census found that the 

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How many people do you know who are living the life they truly want to live, the one that would most bring them fulfillment as well as peace?  Personally, I know very few, maybe even none. When I was a kid, my mom told me that if she had been a man she would have learned to fly airplanes.  Now, you have to understand that as a nine-year-old who'd seen her mother constantly set aside

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Before I started this blog, during my readings about buffalo I came upon a story about Native American hunters and their mythological relationship to bison.  According to this article, some Native Americans believed that bison were spiritually aware of their interconnection with humans and that a bison would "give itself up" to a hunter who honored and respected that connection. 

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The North American creatures that we commonly refer to as “buffalo” are actually “bison.” True buffalo, such as the water buffalo or cape buffalo, are native only to Africa and Asia. It is possible that early North American explorers, unfamiliar with bison, likened them to the more familiar Asian animals, hence the name “buffalo.” In any case, here they are used interchangeably and both

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We've all heard the saying, “The squeaky wheel gets the grease.” My first memory of hearing it was from my Mom, when she was trying to explain why my two extroverted, high-strung brothers were let off the hook more often than myself and my quieter brother, G. She knew it wasn't “right” but that sometimes it was just easier to ask more of G than of B, because B howled the loudest and longest.

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It all started in a cardiologist’s waiting room. My fiance’, Page, was paying a visit to Karen, the lively physicians assistant who knew just how to talk to a southern-born man. It had already been determined through an angiogram that Page’s arteries were clear, but we were here to find out the results of further testing, to figure out why he sometimes still had trouble breathing. I picked up

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