~ Mark Twain
“I need to run into the house for a minute.” Jim told me. “Wait here with the yak.”
There were two Tibetan yak in the pen. An adult and a child. The adult was sauntering slowly toward me.
“Is it safe?” I asked, as the yak approach at the speed of a riding lawn mower in low gear.
“He’s charging you right now,” said Jim with a chuckle and then headed off toward the house with the long strides of a man who walks many miles each day. Continue Reading →