Driving back to Volcan for the second day of the art show, I saw this fellow down by the side of the road:
I couldn't tell if he was injured or just resting. Some of his harem was just inside the fence:
When I arrived at the spot where the loose water buffalo had been the day before, there were two men in a pickup truck waiting. Hopefully they were the owners, alerted to their strays. The two cows from the day before were nowhere to be seen.
At the end of the day I spotted this herd on the way back to Boquete:
They all seemed content. The fellow from the morning was gone, hopefully inside the fence with the others. No carcasses by the side of the road to be found. So from all appearances this story had a happy ending.
Upon further reflection, it should be obvious that the ones that are alive are the survivors with enough road skills to avoid being road kill.