"The herd was grazing, and the sound they made was louder than I would have guessed. A low, wet, smacking noise. I ached to touch one." As part of National Volunteer Week, read reflections from a recent American Prairie Reserve volunteer, Elinor.
The first time I saw the bison, I wanted to touch their fur. I wanted to so badly I could feel the ends of my fingertips prickle. (I had a flashback to an early museum field trip—reaching my tiny hand...
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