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If you’re in Maine…
Why not kiss a calf?
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Dress appropriately and go drop a smooch.
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Fryeburg Fair, part three – he’s talking cows.
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When I see cows in a field as we’re driving in the country? I’m compelled to announce it.
“Cow!”
But when I’m walking around the Fryeburg fair surrounded by bodacious bovines?
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I just sigh with adoration.
My husband was raised on a dairy farm and the man knows cows. Which is why I think it’s cruel he won’t let me have one.. or ten. Of course I don’t want to muck out stalls or water them when it’s 10 below, which could be a deciding factor in his refusal.
So I get my cow fix when we go to fairs. I love the Belted Galloways which we always call Oreo cows.
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The one in the middle is clearly a double stuff.
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And look, there’s a vanilla cream.
While I was adoring?
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The husband was talking.
And talking.
And talking.
About cows.
And after 20 minutes, about politics. Which is odd because I don’t think cows vote.
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Did you know a cow isn’t technically a cow until she has a calf?
Now you do.
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Can I get an awwww?
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Scottish Highlands are so fuzzy I just want to curl up with a few and stroke them for hours.
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This little beauty was only three days old! Momma delivered at the fair.
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There’s the husband, talking cows again.
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Did you know your veal parmigiana is almost always male?
Now you do.
And because no fair visit is complete without a beauty pageant.
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Cow!
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A mooooving experience.
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Still at the fair, and still admiring old farm equipment.
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Well, one of us was.
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While he was doing that I wandered over to meet some geese.
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With strict instructions not to feed or pet, I stood and photographed.
Next up was the youth calf competition.
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If you’ve never seen one of these, you really should.
Taking care and responsibility for livestock is a full time job and these youngsters were doing their best to show off their accomplishments.
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If you’re showing momma?
Better bring baby along.
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Such sweet faces!
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I do love cows.
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After the show we wandered a few barns.
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Always my favorite part of the fair.
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These are Belted Galloways, but we call them Oreo cows… for obvious reasons.
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At the end of our cattle tour, the husband stopped to talk to one of the owners and her daughter.
Husband likes to talk.
Husband was raised on a dairy farm.
Husband talked for over an hour.
Husband talked to so many people for so long we didn’t see the other half of the fair, I didn’t buy a fried dough and when he finally stopped chatting…. it was time to go.
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Back over the bridge of flowers to a small town seafood restaurant we always try to visit when we’re in the area.
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It doesn’t look like much.
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And the atmosphere is more family style diner than anything….
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But the clam chowder is to die for. Thick, rich, creamy and chock full of clams … it’s almost a meal in itself. (deckhand lemonade with Tito’s, because yes… they serve alcohol)
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The meals are always amazing, and their fresh seafood is cooked to perfection. I had a massive platter of fantail fried shrimp with baked potato and cole slaw, husband had a garlic butter broiled haddock with butternut squash and a bowl of cottage cheese. Neither of us went away hungry.
Two soups, a cocktail, a beer and two more than ample seafood dinners for $82. In our neck of the woods that amount barely gets you past appetizers.
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Miscellaneous smiles.
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A few random things that have made me laugh this week.
I figure we can all use more laughs.
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There’s a banana missing in New Hampshire.
Please help.
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That’s one chill pooch.
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I love to look at cows… and am that annoying person who yells, “Cow!” on road trips.
Imagine if I had some right in the back yard like these people.
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I could just point.
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Now there’s a job custom made for me.
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New rule – if you sell it?
You have to learn how to spell it.
And yes, they had multiple signs like that.
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Anyone remember these?
Burning children’s fingers with molten plastic since 1964.
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Very cool.
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Not your average map.
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A few more amusing regional maps for your consideration.
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Lewiston, Maine is an old mill town gone to seed. It tries to put on a pretty face with downtown rejuvenation projects but to my mind will always be a poor, sad relative to its coastal cousins.
If I lived there? I’d be drunk as well.
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This is a map no one really needs to see, but Italy?
What the utter hell!
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Proud to have the most trees, that’s me!
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Most excellent.
I love cows.
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Though it seems a little strange Wisconsin was singled out for cow ratio when it turns out they didn’t make the top bovine tier.
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Cow!!
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Being that I’m the annoying person on road trips who always announces cow! when one is passed, you know I thoroughly enjoyed the bovine section of the fair.
Cows of every size, shape and color were on display and I was a happy camper.
This is Fred.
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We petted Fred and Fred didn’t mind.
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This prize winner was sectioned off with multiple warnings not to touch. And as hard as that was… his coat was delightful!…even my has to touch everything husband obeyed.
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There were stocky legged cows…
( I feel you buddy, I really do)
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And Oreo cows…
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And tufted ears cows.
Isn’t that the sweetest!
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I did feel sorry for this particular cow.
Poor thing had the worst name ever.
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This next lady also had a do not touch sign.
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And with those horns it was easy to comply.
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Want to feel small?
Spend some time in the ox barn.
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Room with a view.
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Cow!
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Taking in a few shows.
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What’s a fair without a livestock show?
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Boring, that’s what.
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So we found ourselves in the bleachers for the dairy cow beauty pageant.
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My husband was raised on a dairy farm and provided a helpful running commentary.
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There were multiple categories and weight classes and we enjoyed a steady parade of bodacious bovines.
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A winner having her portrait taken.
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After that show, my husband headed for the pulling ring.
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This is my least favorite show because I hate to see the animals straining. Thankfully our timing was bad and it was over shortly after we arrived.
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A boy and his oxen.
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Do you moo?
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Being that I’m the annoying person in the car who has to announce, “Cow!” every time one is spotted during a road trip…. it amuses me that some Subaru owners have taken my quirky habit one step further.
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Yes, this really is a thing.
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Having owned Subarus since late 2013, I’m feeling terribly neglected and un -moo’d.
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No one has ever left cow themed paraphernalia on my vehicles.
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But I really wish they would.
So tell me…
Do you moo?
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News you can’t use.
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It’s probably all useless these days, but mine is extra ridiculous.
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Ever had a dog hump your leg?
Imagine if it was an eight foot, 275 pound ostrich. Not so cute anymore.
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I’d buy that.
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Note to self – do not update to iOS 18.
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I’ve been touting hydrogen fuel for years.
I also announce “cow!” whenever we pass one on a road trip.
It’s a perfect combination.
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Is it me… or does AI seem a little too interested in sex lately?
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Things that made me laugh today.
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As you know I’m always up for a new cocktail recipe.
But there are limits to what you’ll hear me yelling at my local pub’s bartender from across the room.
“Gimme a Viking’s testicle” is one of those things.
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It just doesn’t make sense. How did a Flirtini became a testicle?
And where would a Viking find a pineapple anyway…
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Ah, hypocrisy.
Thou art a fickle bitch.
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There.
I’m glad I’m not the only one who feels the need to announce bovine presence.
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