So, apparently the bison are actually at Buffalo Rock state park and not Starved Rock.
Today we had school and it went pretty well. Later I have rehearsal and then I'll hopefully go to the dance.

Bison

Today we went to starved rock state park. As we were driving around, we found an enclosure with two bison inside. I declared my desire to get out and see them (I mean, look for shed fiber) quite eagerly and unignorably. I don't think anyone else actually wanted to get out except maybe Grandt, but everyone except Mom ended up getting out and going to see them. Unfortunately, I didn't find pounds of fluff sitting on the ground outside the fence, or inside. Sigh. Besides, it's illegal to take anything out of state parks anyway, so I would have been stuck trying to clean, spin, and knit or crochet the fiber before we left, five minutes later, with no finished product to show for it. I decided that in lieu of actual fiber, touching it on the animal would be good enough. One of the bison was actually right up by the fence, which was chain link and didn't look sturdy enough to halt a charging bison. Most of us were standing next to the fence by this time, some people closer, some farther depending on their comfort level. I pointed out that it wouldn't really be able to hurt anyone unless it got through the fence, at which point we would all be dead anyway. For some reason, though, nobody moved closer to the fence. The one closer to us was grazing contentedly almost close enough to touch, but every once in a while it would sort of snort and jerk its head up, which made everyone jump. It's head was close enough to the fence to feel, and I was about to get up the gumption to pet it when it jerked again. Those horns aren't just for show folks. I didn't really want a puncture wound. Finally, the animal turned and started grazing parallel to the chain link. Of course, it was on an angle so there was no way I could reach it's less dangerous back or side. I was literally standing there and pleading, "Move over here a little more, come on," etc. Eventually it got close enough to touch. I poked my finger in the fence. What do you think it felt like? Actually, I couldn't tell, because I yanked my finger out of there so rapidly. Oh, well. The bison just moved it's head a little. Then, Johnathan and Rebekah decided to try their luck. Rebekah stuck her finger in a few seconds later, but she too yanked it out before she could actually feel it. Then, Johnathan decidedly put his digit through the fence, and jabbed it into the bison's ribs. Apparently, it was really soft, but the rest of us won't ever know, because the bison immediately jumped out of reach. Then, we went home.