We hadn’t been to the Topsham Fair in years, and after going the other day I remembered why.
Maine has some fabulous county fairs….. but this isn’t one of them.
With a $12 charge per person to get in? There should have been more… everything.
We started with the livestock, because I do love me some critters.
I got up close and personal with sheep….
While the husband chatted up a cow.
This cow was lying down.
As was her owner…
And it took all my willpower not to yell at him to drop his phone and learn how to spell her name properly.
Sorry El….
This cow had a little speck of something on her nose…
Which proved to be no problem.
Yes, that’s her tongue. And she knew how to use it.
Did you know…
Cows can’t vomit?
I live to enlighten.
We saw ox, and horses.
Some huge.
Some small.
We saw pigs…
With lots of baby pigs…
And goats..
With some pretty big…
Sorry…. but holy crap!
How do you walk with balls that big?
We strolled around looking for the chicken barn….
Only to discover there wasn’t one.
Very disappointing.
And then we walked past the “Decorate a Bale of Hay” contest.
Which… yeah.
Was a bit odd.
I temporarily lost the husband to some old rusty crap.
And found him checking out some sweet old vehicles for sale.
We meandered through the collection of carriages and sleighs which we always love…
And found a cannon…
With a strategically placed ball.
In a sack.
Tell me someone doesn’t have a sense of humor….
We made the obligatory walk through the exhibition hall.
But the Blue Ribbon rhubarb failed to thrill.
And aside from the carnival rides we didn’t ride and the roach coach junk food that we didn’t eat, that was it….
Until I spotted George.
And fell in love.
I mean… look at him!
George is an Emu.
Homely…
Humble..
And despite the prehistoric raptor like gaze, quite friendly.
Here’s some riveting video of him drinking water.
And a little something closer up.
He’s over 6 foot tall, with coarse dense feathers.
Yes, we bonded…. and I petted him.
Totally worth the $12 admission price.
I would have been lost in the rusty crap yard. George is pretty cute.
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My husband lives for rusty crap.
George was a sweetie. Rescued from people who didn’t care for him properly…
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$12 a head to see the world’s largest goat balls seems like a pretty fair price to me…
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$6 per…?
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With apologies to Ogden Nash:
At a model T we did gaze
Alas for me it did not faze
And rusty crap we passed thru
To view a wonderous
Australian emu
‘Twas kindred soul that we met
A very touching, sweet vignette
And I felt it might be one of us
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Most excellent ode to an emu. George would approve!
😉
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Oh so George the Emu was as close to a chicken as you could get at this cow and pony show? He’s scary, but in a cute “don’t piss my off or I’ll rip off your face” kind of way, lol.
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He was the only poultry like creature I could find!
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“How do you walk with balls that big?” I would tell you but 1) I would be giving our secret away and 2) I am blushing too much!!
I haven’t been to a Fair since I was 16 in 1952 and we went to the New Jersey State Fair in Morristown!
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Funny, I don’t remember any fairs when I was growing up in Jersey. And Morristown wasn’t that far away…
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My husband made a huge deal of pointing out that our first “real” date was at our Erie County Fair – 40 years ago this year! If I wasn’t still hurting from my car accident, we maybe would have gone – but just the idea of walking from the parking lot to the gate (it’s a really, really long walk) did me in. No way was I up to walking the acres and acres of exhibits, food stands, and midway. I would have loved seeing all the animals, though. In addition to the usual horses, cows, pigs and goats, our fair has chickens, ducks, fancy pigeons and bunnies. And lots of entertainment included in the admission price – acrobats, magicians, big band shows, etc. Maybe next year,
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We have fairs like that as well. This wasn’t one of them!
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So what you’re saying is that your fair was…fair? I’m glad you got your money’s worth! Mona
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A fair fair, yes.
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Now the husband didn’t actually bring any rusty items of nostalgia home, did he? We’ve seen your shed. You don’t have room.
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Thankfully nothing was for sale..
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Those emu clips were very emusing,
and even better at getting me snoozing.
Unfortunately for you, I woke up in time
to send you this less-than-amusing rhyme.
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Those fun cow facts were only fun for a few minutes. I expect more from you…
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I gave you goat balls… I would think that’s sufficient fun for anyone.
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I raised a goat. Goat balls are not that special…
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Well, I’m no expert… but these looked pretty impressive.
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Emueeeeeeeeeewwwwwwwwwww……………..he looked NASTY mad.
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But he wasn’t. Sweet as pie…
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cool
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You really nailed it on the “prehistoric raptor like gaze”…. Nail on the head.
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George did look slightly reptilian, not to mention Mesozoic.
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I would totally pay $12 just to see the cows and goats, let alone pigs and oxen et al. What a pretty day, too 🙂
(I did know cows can’t vomit. They’ve got weird multiple stomach bits.)
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I’d be fine with never vomiting, but I have a hard enough time getting rid of one tummy bulge, I don’t need multiples.
😉
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Hah!
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