Return to Cow Town

There are about a million things I need to be doing right now.

Fold the laundry.
Clean the kitchen.
Get Scott's lunch ready for tomorrow.
Paint my toes.

You get the idea.

But I'm avoiding all of them. And I'm thinking about cows. I wanted to share with you one last fact about the stock show.

If you're a true blue Texan, you may already know this information.

If you're not...read on.

One of the primary purposes of the stock show is to sell and trade animals. We have an interest in the cows. So, when we get to go to the show we always stay for the sale. We are actually suckers for auctions...just wait until the Ducks Unlimited Banquet in a few weeks. But, I digress.

The stock show.

The sale.

We're back on topic now.

There are many steps involved with the sale.

First, we have to inspect the cattle.



Sam wasn't so sure about being this close. He held on tightly to Daddy.



Just as he was starting to get brave, the cow decided to get close. (Actually, this might be a heifer...I'll save cattle terminology for another post. I can sense the excitment from my readers.)





Ok, for the sale you have to have two things. Well, three if you count the cows.

You have to have a ring with fake grass...and an auctioneer.







Then, you have to have a brave soul willing to lead the animal into the ring. I would NEVER volunteer for this job.





Especially...since this is my worst fear. This poor girl was almost knocked to the ground. That was one mama cow that just didn't want to be sold. I feel badly...I laughed. Outloud. I was the only one laughing. But it was hilarious...I promise.






Good thing my baby was safely watching from behind the glass. :)