Sheepies!

There was a 4-H competition at the fairgrounds, and after leaving the doors open to draw in some air, I heard more about how the hind quarters of farm animals should be more developed than I ever wanted to know. What are they supposed to do, squat thrusts?

But it was all just so interesting that I had to venture outside. Approaching teenagers and asking if you can take pictures of their sheep illicit strange looks. Lots of strange looks. And then you explain that you're a city girl, your sister is a city girl, and despite her being 23 years old, she still squeals with glee whenever driving past a sheep farm. Then they look at you with pity and agree to let you take a few shots.

So, without further ideas, Sheepies!



They get cleaned with Woolite. And Febreeze. Makes sense, when you think about it. Same material, its just still growing.



But there coats are made from cotton. And the most stylish ponchos too.



Meanwhile, the pigs are bored. Like good little supermodels.



And to round out the cloven hooves, we have a cow, who was pretty and black. She took second place.

There may have been chickens somewhere, but I did not see them.

I've used half a tank of gas in a car that gets exceptionally (in comparison to my jeep) good gas mileage, and was not expecting to be out in the sun all day helping a bunch of high school kids pick up trash. Note to self, SPF 15 in face moisturizer is probably meant for jaunts into sun, not hours and hours. Use extra powder on nose tomorrow. But that's a story for another time.

From the middle of nowhere,
Lily