We went to the County Fair last week and like The Boss says, everybody in town was there. Krista was working at the 9-1-1 booth and teaching little kids how to make emergency phone calls, so Levi & I wandered around. We saw quilts, jams, a baking contest, lots of animals and fried food. It was an afternoon full of summery, midway cheer and agricultural boasting. The experience exacerbated my longing for a tiny pygmy dairy goat.
We spent a good deal of time in the poultry barn. As new chicken owners, this seemed important. We admired a lot of plumage and rare birds, discussing breeds we might want to raise someday. We saw a poultry costume contest, which was the highlight of my week. We had several discussions about whether this would be chickens dressed in costumes, or people dressed as poultry. We were pleased to see chickens in outfits.
You have to respect the chickens who will lay eggs under some adverse conditions, like a little wire cage at the county fair with hundreds of people staring at them all day. Three leghorns in one pen makes it hard to tell who laid the egg.
We met a pig named Bacon. That was a little sad.
We explored the nuances of sarcasm in the food court. Why does the Republican party have a hot dog stand? The opportunity for jokes are endless here.
In the quilt room, I found this cathedral quilt. It is a pretty awesome quilt. Learning to make quilts… put that on my list of projects.
We stopped by the beekeepers booth, of course, and spotted the queen in the observation hive. Levi is good at spotting queen bees.
Krista & I shared a very special moment while waiting for our veggie burger. We watched a little troop of young gentlemen dancing to a Justin Bieber song. It was the kind of moment that makes me glad to be human, right here, right now.
The sun went down. We packed up our sunburns, sticky hands and dusty shoes and went home. See you next year, county fair!