The weekend started with Chuck's birthday. Winter thought that was pretty much as good as her own birthday was, a couple months back- there was cake, and presents, and it matters not that they were not really actually for her- she had just as much fun anyway.
This week we have had a work crew of early 20-somethings from the Vermont Youth Conservation Corps camping at the farm while completing some projects in the area. They have done a great job and it has been fun having them around. They have worked really hard all week, so before we send them off, we wanted to feed them a big, h
ot breakfast. The menu was pancakes, bacon, sausage, and eggs. Breakfast for young, hardworking metabolisms means quantity. It also means planning. We made the pancakes on Friday night, after Chuck's birthday celebration. Lots of them. Breakfast Saturday was a success.Next on the agenda was the Tunbridge World's Fair. It sounds really grand, doesn't it? It is one
of the larger fairs in the area, and is about 1/10th the size I remember the North Carolina State Fair as. But all the elements are there- animals, rides, and greasy food. They also have a cool antique village, which included a great display of antique bikes, and even a velocipede. That was my favorite part of the fair. Chuck's favorite part was the Poultry House, which had exotic chickens galore, and little bantams too big for their britches. It was hard to tell Winter's favorite part- it was probably a llama we saw. It was definitely not the cows. This photo pretty much sums up how she feels about cows.
We also saw some amazing spinners spinning fiber from the angora goats that were on display. We got to visit Comet's mom and full sister, too. And Chuck got to ride the bumper cars. It was pretty fun, but it was also way crowded and we will skip the next few years- until we either have kids begging to go, or kids showing goats. One of the highlights was the novice class of the goat show. It consisted of total, utter chaos- children being dragged across the show ring by their goats, goats being coerced to walk with feed that was promptly stolen by a neighboring goat, goats butting each other, goats tearing off towards the barns, and the endlessly patient judge trying to organize them into some semblance of order. She ended up eliminating two categories of judging and awarded prizes based on staying upright and arriving properly attired (in a white shirt). Our goats' breeder's daughter won the class, and deservedly so!
