Another intersting thing that happened at the fair was that while I was petting that sweet piggy a little boy came up to me and asked me if I wanted to see his pig, which of course I was so honored to do.
His name was Gordon and I petted his nose, rubbed his ears, his belly, his back and Gordon slept right through the whole thing. LOL The little boy was so cute and so proud of Gordon. He had 4 pigs in all.
There was also I young girl who sat in the stall with her lamb and we talked for a bit.
These young kids really love their animals and take great pride in showing them and have a deep love and respect for them. It is a wonderful life, filled with hard work and great rewards. Mucking out a stall and having a horse nuzzle your neck beats a video game any day.
That is what makes the fair so great, all the personal items from the food people grow to the pie's they bake and the animals they show.
I grew up on a farm and it was so hard, especially in the winter, early morning having to get out of bed when it was cold and dark and feed the animals before school. And then again at night, I remember the horses thumping the ice in their buckets to get to the water.
The steam from their nostrols in the cold morning air and their sweet hello.
The smell of fresh cut hay which to this day is one of my favorite smells of all time.
I also remember those darn horseflys chasing me, bitting the heck of me.
How very very dark it is at night and sometimes lonely.
How far one has to drive for the simplest things.
How there are no cultual events near, no sports events, science events, musuems, festivals.
Also first rate medical care is often far away, airports etc.
yes I loved the country but the convience of the burg or the city is more my style now.