A Blog by Chicken Wrangler Sara

Most things in life remind me of a song. If one does not readily come to mind, I make one up. Our children have grown up doing the same thing. Our middle daughter, who teaches kindergarten, has a whole repertoire of songs for use throughout her day. My husband even breaks out into random songs now. I consider myself wildly successful!

I get my musical randomness from my father. He knows even more songs than I do.

I remember listening to some of them on reel-to-reel tapes. Recently he sent me a video of the song “You Can’t Roller Skate in a Buffalo Herd.”

It was new to me, and I instantly loved it.

I bought the sheet music and my choir made up verses and a video to go with it.  The kids thought it was goofy, but I treasure that video.

When we last visited my father-in-law, Brian took him out to run errands. When I commented on their quick return, Brian jokingly said “Dad didn’t want to go roller skating.”

His dad’s response was “We couldn’t find a buffalo herd.”

I laughed and laughed.

As we were going through his dad’s vinyl records, we found this album:

It has the song “You Can’t Roller Skate in a Buffalo Herd” on it.

I have added it to my collection of treasures.