Spring is calf season in Yellowstone. Energetic light brown baby bison curiously explore the valleys this time of year. A much larger and cautious mom is almost always nearby.
As the first day of a brief visit in the park ended, I slowly drove along the Madison River. Toward the west entrance, Montana, and a restful night of sleep.
A herd of bison came into view, walking beside the river with a handful of little calves in tow. Having only ever seen one or two babies at a time, I decided this moment was worth a delayed exit from the park.
I knew several convenient pullouts and small parking areas were ahead. Stopping in the largest one seemed logical since it had the best incoming view of their likely path.
Trying to contain my excitement, I hopped out of the car and found a safe spot to sit by the grass. Giving the bison ample space to roam.
Patience paid off, in so many ways.
The bison swam across the river in pairs, chased geese while drying off, and walked along the valley floor. Getting closer with each activity and step. Knowing this was a unique experience, I took long breaks from capturing photos to enjoy their delightful playtime with my own eyes.
Between giggles and big smiles, this happened. Mom came to a standstill, and baby went in for a drink. One mom and nursing bison calf soon turned into two, then three, until all the little ones were being fed.
One by one, each calf finished and began playing while the moms leisurely continued onward. This sweet calf nursed for about fifteen minutes before running off to catch up with the rest of the herd.
Just another evening stroll for these moms and babies. An extraordinary, once in a lifetime memory in nature for me.
As always, thank you for being here.
So serene!
LOVE mama and baby bison. We had a great experience, once, as well.