Ag Fest 2009

Ag Fest was in town this weekend. We hit it when it opened on Friday. Mom and Dad came home and we took off for the Fair Grounds.

It was a mini State Fair. Same rides, same food, same animals.

I made a beeline for the animals and they made a goat line to my carrots.

Capra aegagrus hircus.

They do eat like Toby!

The Modern English word goat comes from the Old English gat which meant "she-goat."

If they break out of the fence, are they scape goats?


A common superstition in the Middle Ages was that goats whispered lewd sentences in the ears of the saints. They didn't have much to say to me.


Moving outside the petting zoo, they had tractors, too!

Big ...

Bigger...


Biggest!
Dad also took me to a car show. Is Daddy gritting his teeth again? I really do think he had a good time.

Pretty cool. A 1960'a era Chevy. That when Dad was a boy, right?

Dad's eyes are ok. Those aren't contacts. The red-eye correction was off.

They had good eats. BBQ, hush puppies, and, my favorite drink, lemonade. I say "lemonade is a great drink!" Dad says it sounds like I'm talking about whiskey sours, or something.

I got back in the saddle after a six month hiatus from carousels.

I found a cool car.

Ok, it's a little too colorful, but it's a train ride, Ocha.

And finally, after begging, and I do mean begging Mom and Dad, I tried a ride that lifted off the ground. Mom and Dad were holding their breath. I held on and enjoyed the ride.

Well, speaking of taking off, I'm done. See you later!