The White Buffalo


A herd of buffalo. 

A fairly common sight driving through South Park in Colorado…on the way to skiing in the mountains.  Not nearly as common as seeing herds of cows, and much more nostalgic…definitely something to wake the kids up to see.  But still, common enough to see them once every 4 or 5 times we drive through.

This, however, is not.

I felt like it must have been a good omen, a blessing.  Seeing a white buffalo must be rare, I reasoned, as every other buffalo I had seen in my life was brown.  Buffalo Brown.  But never Buffalo White.

None of the other buffalo stopped to look at me (gawking with my phone camera at the fence on the side of the highway). 

But this one did.

It was awe inspiring.

–  The Goat Cheese Lady 



About The Goat Cheese Lady

I am Lindsey. At first I was a city girl. Growing up, the closest thing I had to farm animals were a cat and a cockatiel. In 2009, Herbert (my husband) and I bought our first milk goat and I instantly became an urban farmgirl, attempting to balance city and farm life..before I knew “urban homesteading” was a thing. That’s when we began The Goat Cheese Lady Farm, hence The Goat Cheese Lady blog you’re visiting now. After moving to the country in 2014, I embarked on life as a rural farmgirl. We continued teaching farm and cheesemaking classes, raising more goats and began construction on our cheese creamery. But life had other plans and in 2017, we decided that, due to financial and health issues, we had to close the farm for business. No more classes, no more creamery, a lot less milking. We went back to off farm jobs, I as an Occupational Therapist, Herbert in construction with his business, D&A Home Remodeling. At that point, I made a silent promise to myself that I would corral my entrepreneurial mind and focus on a job for a year. Well, it has been a year and I am back. Not to classes, cheese, soap or lotion, but back to writing. I love it. I’m not sure where it will lead me, but that’s where I’m starting. I’ll continue to write as The Goat Cheese Lady for now, and whatever the future holds, I’ll let you know. Our two boys are 14 and 11 and continue to be louder than my sister and I ever were. We have two dogs, Montaña and Flash, a cat, Jumpy, a flock of chickens and three goats. Yes, we still have Lucy, the goat who helped us start it all and was milked by over 1,000 people. She’s retired but still the boss. Chocolate provides enough milk for our family with some to spare for the dogs. Soccer friends, school friends, coyotes and mice are frequent visitors. There are way too many flies and every so often we see an owl. I’m glad you’re here. Sometimes you’ll laugh out loud, other times you’ll be inspired to appreciate the small things. My hope is that, over your morning cup of coffee or your afternoon work break, you’ll enjoy the antics and inspiration that are my daily life. Lindsey
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5 Responses to The White Buffalo

  1. Rachel says:

    That is absolutely AWESOME! And very rare…

  2. Melina says:


  3. Cindy says:

    What fun! You are blessed. And so are we in your sharing of it 🙂

  4. Ann Cott says:

    Yes, White Buffalo are considered sacred by the Native Americans and for you to have that experience of seeing one is very special indeed.

  5. Shannon says:

    “The White Buffalo are sacred to many Native Americans…The legend of the White Buffalo Calf Woman tells how the People had lost the ability to communicate with the Creator. The Creator sent the sacred White Buffalo Calf Woman to teach the People how to pray with the Pipe. With that Pipe, seven sacred ceremonies were given for the people to abide in order to ensure a future with harmony, peace, and balance.” What a beautiful site you saw!! 🙂

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