the buffalo roam
by Mike Di Natale
When I arrived at the farm, around 2 p.m., it was a ghost town. The sound of a tractor put some noise into the background, but otherwise it was silent. I was unclear, at first, as to whether or not the farm was open. The building next to the corral was dark, and “closed” signs littered the window. This was the farm’s gift shop, and café. Walking past the building, there was a small farm stand -- the first sign that the farm was open – selling a mix of grain, vitamin, mineral which could be feed to the animals. After depositing $2 in a honor-system box I approached the adjacent corral and found myself face to face with an animal bigger than a small car. It was a bison, also known as the American buffalo, and what it was doing here, just a few miles down the road from the University of Massachusetts Amherst, was somewhat perplexing.