We went to the animal fair
We’re having a blast. Tuesday came bright and early with the opening of the cowgirl cut & curl salon. Holstein and Red & White ladies were washed, dried and groomed to perfection. This one was awarded Grand Champion honors in the Red & Whites class. She was later crowned Supreme Champion. She’s truly the dairy queen!
Speaking of dairy queens, this little girl wants to be a professional show girl. She showed hers, theirs and anyone else’s yesterday. Need a hand in the show ring? She’s happy to oblige.
Then we have long legs Louise. She and Sierra had a grand time parading around the ring.
She’s thinking, “Oh pleeeaase let me know the answer to his question!” That’s the judge, by the way. I always like a judge who talks to young exhibitors. They’re learning the ins and outs of showing. Conversations with a kindly judge make the biggest impact.
After showing their heifers, my girls showed others. I’m not sure if they were recruited or maybe they begged to do so. They love it — especially my middle child. And they let her keep the ribbons. When you’re nine, it feels like you won, not the cow!
And after dairy duty it was
Time for the Hog Show!
Her first year in 4-H. Her first market hog project. Her first time in the show ring. Before the actual competition they have a showmanship contest. She entered the novice class.
We have been practicing maneuvering a pig around the ring for months. We talked about staying calm and steady. Eye contact with the judge is imperative. And of course, flash those baby blues and a brilliant smile every once in awhile. Above all else, keep your pig moving and in front of the judge.
She flashed him a killer smile and gave him a blue-eyed look that knocked his socks off. It was so radiant he smiled in return and actually took a step back.
And just in case he didn’t see her that time, she continued to weave her pig in and around the other competitors and back and forth in front of the judge. She was fantastic. I think several occasions in the dairy show ring gave her a bit of an edge. Her smile was brighter than the ring lights when she was awarded first place, Novice Showmanship. Yes, very proud Mama, here.
But I’m also a very proud aunt.
This is my niece … another first-time pig wrangler.
She and Boss Hogg won a bright red second-place ribbon. We were so excited! And now all three girls are talking about next year!
I’m very proud of them all!
P.S. You don’t know it, but up there in the middle of this post I was interrupted by seven cantankerous steers running loose near the house. Thank goodness for a long line of round bales acting as a wall. By the time Farmguy arrived home from the fair, we had all steers back in the feedlot. My daughter was sitting as sentry by the hole in the fence, eating a Popsicle and occasionally waving her arms. But that’s not all. Farmguy was late because the truck died. Just stopped, right in the middle of the road. He walked part of the way.
Now THIS is the stuff a good reality show could be made of. We would include a few manure splashes and shots of sweat rolling down dusty faces, a five year-old in his underpants and nothing else, chasing 800-pound steers while eating a chocolate chip cookie. There would be 10 year-olds steering pick-up trucks at the end of chains behind tractors. And then of course we’d go back to the fair.
Entertainment at its best!