I have seen plenty of wildlife on the drive to and from the cottage: deer, rabbits, foxes, turtles, and several – memorable – times, moose. Often, they are babies, and, if you wait long enough, Mom comes trotting out of the bush after them. Not once has anyone I ever met thought to take, or “rescue” a baby animal. Not so in Yellowstone Park last week, where tourists came across a baby bison, a newborn, who was out by his lonesome, or so they thought. They loaded the bison up in their SUV and took him to a park facility, where the officials were horrified. First of all, the mother bison, the cow, if she was around, could have charged the tourists. Secondly, it’s really hard to re-introduce a wild animal to a herd when it’s been touched by humans. Sure enough, they tried, and the herd rejected the baby, and it had to be put down. And the visitors were fined. Because no one was in a position to take a buffalo as a pet. Even if slept in someone’s room and someone took it for a daily stampede.
Mother Nature can be a bitch.