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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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Maps.. in case you forgot where you live.

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Forget where’s the beef….

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This map clearly asks where’s the cacio e pepe?

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Way to go New Hampshire.

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I’ve been to northwestern Maine and can vouch for this.

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We bypassed Paris on my one and only trip to France and did Provence and the Côte d’Azur instead. Never regretted it.

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My husband and I paid $6 for the license and tipped the Justice of the Peace $30.

41 years later… believe me when I tell you it’s not about what you spend.

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This makes no sense whatsoever.

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To be honest we never used to. Most Mainers didn’t. But now, we do… and that’s sad.

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Fryeburg Fair, part two – llamas and chickens and steer. Oh my.

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It’s no secret my favorite part of a fair is the animals.

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The llama barn only had 3 occupants this year.

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And this one was too cranky to pet.

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But there were lots of chickens.

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And lots of blue ribbons.

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The silkies look like they’re covered in fur not feathers.

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There were some very impressive birds.

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Though this one looked a little pissed at missing first place.

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Next up, the big boys.

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And a very sweet little guy with his mom.

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Look at that face!

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News you can’t use.

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Because it’s Monday, and that’s how we start the week around here.

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Proof there’s a little sunshine behind every dark cloud.

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Adult camp?

Hell no. I hated it as a kid and I was way more sociable then.

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Talk about an embarrassing 911 call.

Geesh.

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Oh my god, no.

My husband and I visited a nude beach in France years ago (both wearing bathing suits thank you very much) and believe me when I say it wasn’t pretty. We saw more naked grandmas and grandpas than anyone should ever see. A cruise ship of naked all you can eat buffet loving passengers? That’s the voyage of the damned right there.

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Can you guess who it is?

Answer in comments…

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I take it back, this was the most embarrassing 911 call ever.

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I’m gonna go out on a limb here and guess that man is single.

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Let’s go to the fair! Part one – big *ss horses.

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Heading out to the 175th Fryeburg Fair, a selfie.

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This is the oldest (175 years) and the biggest fair in Maine. How big, you ask?

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This big.

And after a late start due to my husband playing cribbage at breakfast with friends, we arrived two hours later than planned.

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On the way to parking the car? RV heaven.

Or hell as far as I’m concerned. Densely packed on flat dirt as far as the eye can see, I can’t imagine spending a week like that, but people come from all over New England and look forward to it every year.

To each their own.

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Many people go to the fair for the rides and carnival atmosphere … we’re not those people.

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We started with the race horses.

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Beautiful creatures who enjoy an occasional scratch.

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This poor fellow was trying to take a nap.

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While this one looked ready to munch a mum.

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Food trucks and vendors were everywhere but my husband hates eating lunch standing up and ducked into the one little restaurant they have on site instead.

Big mistake.

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It’s a bare bones place with a limited menu. They didn’t even have ice for our drinks. Warm Pepsi anyone?

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Husband had a watery bowl of stew with a biscuit you could use for a boat anchor while I had a dry turkey salad roll the waitress mistakenly charged me $1 for instead of the $11 it cost. A dollar was really all it was worth, but the cashier caught the error and we moved on.

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To the draft horses.

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Who were finishing the pulling show the husband usually likes to watch.

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These horses are gentle giants and I hate to see them straining …

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So I wasn’t disappointed we’d missed most of it.

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This beauty stood almost 19 hands.

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And the husband spent more than 19 minutes talking to this owner while I wandered around.

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Out back, these fellows were getting a bath.

Percherons, Belgians, and Haflingers. They never fail to impress.

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Midnight… birds?

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Our night time visitors include deer, fox, opossums, skunks and raccoons. I put out a bowl of water and critter specific food but they all nibble the bird seed that spills on the ground.

All of them except this fellow.

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Who prefers his straight from the source.

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You wouldn’t think his chunky little butt could shimmy up that pole, but he climbs it with ease.

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https://youtu.be/FL8DFR3lok4?feature=shared

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Of course coming down isn’t quite as smooth.

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Pardon the photo quality, I was taking pics through the window and the kitchen light was throwing reflections.

And why isn’t WP letting me embed videos anymore? That’s annoying.

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News you can’t use.

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Useless… and therefore never ending.

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I don’t know, and I honestly don’t care.

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He must have tasted like kale.

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It’s the Devil. I fail to see how she could be surprised.

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As far as I’m concerned everything about Bobby Brain Worm is gross, but this is bizarre.

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Hope he doesn’t carpool the kids.

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It was only a matter of time.

And bet AI Jesus won’t open the pod bay doors either.

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Book sales, thumbs and runaway greenery.

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Another library book sale, another couple of stacks of mostly unfamiliar authors.

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Two dollars each.

Life is good.

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If you fold your thumb over your palm, does it extend beyond your hand?

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I always thought being limber was a good thing but in this case it’s not. Thankfully my thumb is where it should be. But then I haven’t been what you’d call limber in years.

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My plant is trying to escape.

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Though where it thinks it’s going is anyone’s guess.

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Random stuff of very little importance.

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I love to read. And since I do a lot of it, I love a library book sale.

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Two dollars for hardcovers, $1, for paperbacks makes me feel less guilty that these two stacks will be finished in a month and a half.

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This martini is for Mark. Made with fresh watermelon puree it was utterly delightful.

Really!

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This makes me even more glad I can’t stand the stuff.

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Remember I spoke of this a while back?

A third less tourists is not good for Maine’s economy.

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The husband, examining a wagon wheel fence he saw at a yard sale. Needless to say he was disappointed the wheels were not for sale.

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This is Pia.

I’m cat sitting for a neighbor this week… and when Pia wants to be petted?

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You’d better pet.

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Best advice I’ve heard in a while.

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A $15,000 craft show and a 1980’s prime rib.

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I love a good craft show. People can be incredibly clever and creative and I like coming home with handmade treasure.

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So when I heard there was a show at Laudholm Farms on the Wells Estuary we took a drive down the coast even though it was overcast, drizzling rain and foggy.

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It was an amazing show and all the craftspeople were under cover, be it tents or barns.

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The problem?

I was expecting to find crafts and what I found was art that usually resides in galleries. There was amazing jewelry, fabulous paintings, unique pottery, intricate woodworking and stunning metalwork. Unfortunately I didn’t plan on spending $1,800 on a pair of silver earrings or $6,000 for some stained glass.

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The artists have a very strict no photography rule so these giant outdoor pieces were the only things I could sneak a shot of.

And while the items we saw were beautiful, the cost of the things I wanted reached $15,000 before we were halfway through.

Needless to say I left empty handed.

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No, I didn’t even consider pickle body lotion.

Our next stop was for a late lunch/early dinner at a local landmark, the Bull and Claw.

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This restaurant has been in operation since 1973 and to be honest I don’t think it’s been redecorated since the 1980’s.

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Plastic tablecloths, plastic duck decoys, artificial flowers … I wasn’t holding much hope.

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But my cranberry margarita was decent and cheap and the menu was large.

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Husband attacked the soup and salad bar with good results.

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And we were pleasantly surprised to find our meals flavorful, well prepared and more than amply sized. Medium rare prime rib and stuffed shrimp with baked potato and broccoli for me, turkey dinner with mashed potato, stuffing and broccoli for the husband.

Our bill was well under a hundred dollars and though the atmosphere was dated and more than a little kitschy, I honestly wouldn’t mind going back.

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