Walking the exhibit barns at a county fair can be more fun than . . . well, just a lot of fun. This soulful-looking goat was poking her head through the fence for a scratch or a treat.
Well, probably not from this magnificent Red Angus steer. I asked him for his autograph, but only received a blink of his big brown eyes.
A lotta beefsteak down for a nap. These Black Angus beauties don’t seem to have a care in the world!
My worries that Herefords are an endangered species were laid to rest – quite a few were shown in the fair. Dad raised Hereford cattle, as did most of the Wyoming ranchers in the past. Now the range is dotted with Black Angus or “baldies” with a white face.
What, spots?! This lamb had the barn all abuzz. The mystery was solved when the photos of the ever-popular “sheep lead” came out in the newspaper featuring this lamb led by a delightful young lady dressed as “Cruella Deville”. They took first prize.
From spots to stripes–what is the sheep industry coming to? Will we have variegated mutton chops?
This muckleteedun mix of white and reddish brown had us scratching our heads for the name of a breed. No matter, she was mighty pretty.
Oh, now there is going to be trouble. This lamb was bagged to keep it nice and clean for the show ring, and this rebellious little dickens has had enough of it. Besides, it is darned hot in here, and the big fans are all over in the cow barn. Is that any way to treat a woolie?
This handsome older horse is not here for the show ring, but the sale ring. Another couple horses are nearby.
A young lady standing nearby said they were selling the horse because “he’s 23 years old.” He must have been a beautiful animal in his prime. I felt sorry for him.
As a youngster, I could never make it to the auction with my 4-H animals. Dad had to haul them home and turn them out to pasture so I would get over my attachment. I could not have gone to the auction on this day without wanting to buy both these fine old horses and turn them out to pasture until the end.
No self respecting county fair fails to produce a parade with old cars, horses, marching bands, fire trucks, tractors and young girls turning cart wheels.
Main street America on display.
This gang had the best float, in my opinion.
Shriners have more fun. These guys had clowns walking the street, mini cars racing around to dizzying effect and a tarted up truck making more noise than six marching bands!
The height of fashion.
These little girls were full of amazing acrobatic tricks, but back flips on hot pavement are not my idea of fun. For that matter, back flips anywhere are out of the question.
“Grab life by the horns” is a pretty good philosophy for this young bunch of ranch kids. And have fun at the county fair!