On Friday, we went to the county fair, one of our favorite things to do at the end of the summer.
I don't know why we love it there so much. It's just not like anyplace else, somehow.
You see great smiles there.
And lots of bunnies.
Lots and lots.
It's a cliche for a reason. But that's okay, because bunnies are cuter than anything.
Though baby ducks are pretty cute, too. I don't know what that one on the end was doing but he was okay, don't worry.
I like photographing chickens.
We can keep them in the city, but everyone I've known who's had them has eventually changed their minds about keeping them in urban backyards. There are a few in our neighborhood and I always do like walking past those yards, and hearing that soft clucking.
Alas, I did not catch the name of this distinguished gentleman. With the straw sticking out of his eye.
The 4-H kids are all so nice. They hang out in the stalls next to their animals, playing Uno and explaining to us the difference between hay and straw. Andy and I were laughing about last year, when I kept calling goats "lambs." I still can't really tell them apart, expect that I noticed the goats really do like to climb up on top of stuff and stand there looking around, like little mountain goats. I love them all.
At the Pioneer Village, the iron smithys are genial and content. They get the fire going, even in super-hot weather, and make all sorts of tools.
Like tiny spoons out of nails.
And little horseshoes, for good luck.
We had a great weekend. So nice. Thank you for all your gentle and generous comments last week.
Y'all are so very kind. Thank you.