Of course, I had to visit with the biggest ram of the show. He was huge, tired, and very friendly. Mostly he just lay down, although he did get up for a while to have a bit of a fuss before I left. I gave him chest scrubbies and said nice things about him and he didn't so much as snort in my direction. I think he was too hot.
It is illegal in Iowa (well, almost illegal) to go to the State Fair and not go to see the butter cow. The cow is sculpted entirely out of butter and is a marvel of art and physics. Sorry for the glare in the photo but it's hard to avoid. I love her tail! In case you can't tell, she's definitely life sized. Amazingly, the butter cow did not appear to be too hot.
Moving on from the livestock, we come to things for the stock pot! Yum! Look at this size of this wonderful squash! It was huge, and had the delighful variety name of "Red Warty Thing." I would like to try growing this one next year!
Hey...Lucky Nickel...where did you come from? What are you doing in the house?? What are.... ACK! Mmmff..mfff...fmmmm..
There. I tied her up with baling twine. I know how to use my hooves. I am Ninja Goat!! Can you believe all this blathering on about the fair....and the very obvious lack of discussion of GOATS?! Yeah, well check out the evidence I found on her precious Blackberry....
She's having friendly relations with OTHER GOATS!!! Entire pens full of them! Look at this! Despicable. Oh, and I heard her saying how cute they all were, and friendly too, and I could SMELL GOAT on her hands! Yes I could!!
Even with those stupid earless La Mancha goats! Look at this picture. It's clear she is madly in love with this goat. Where is the justice, I ask you?
LOOK AT THE IDEAS SHE IS GETTING FROM THESE STATE FAIR PEOPLE!!!!!
I am telling you right now, that I am NEVER having my udder shaved. If I ever have an udder. This is just plain indecency. I demand a retraction from the Editor.
the Editor. Claire thinks she is the Editor but she is wrong. Well, as Editor, I hereby forbid this sort of behaviour on Whispering Acres Farm. I'm leaving Claire tied up for a while, until she knows I'm serious. I am the Spokesgoat and the Ultimate Goat and the Divine Goat and the only goat that is really needed here. I tolerate the other goats here, but this....this....flagrant fawning over other people's goats must stop. And any ideas about udder shaving are just a non starter.
Next year maybe I'll enter Claire in the State Fair and see what she thinks of it then. Hmpf. Now...where did I put my bag of peanuts?