We took Grace to the county fair today. Ã‚
I’ve never been to any other county fair, so I don’t know if it’s the same as others or not. I imagine that it is.Ã‚ There are animals like birds and rabbits, livestock, commercial vendors, arts and crafts, trucks and tractors, carnival rides and games, entertaining acts like the pig races, and a whole lot of food. Funnel cakes, deep fried Oreos, gyros, BBQ. You name it, you can eat it at the fair. Ã‚
I’m sure there’s stuff at the fair that I haven’t even noticed. My Tevas were made for walkin’, but they do have a limit.
Shortly after we arrived today, we took Grace through the small animal exhibits.Ã‚
Me: “Ooooh, Grace! Look at all the bunnies! Aren’t they cute?”
Grace shook her head vigorously from side to side. No bunnies. No. No bunnies. No. No. No.
Me: “Look Grace! There are little bunnies.”
Me: “Grace! There are bunnies with long ears and bunnies with feature boas around their necks!”
Grace: “No. No. No. No bunnies.” More head shaking.
This went on, the whole way through the bunnies. At the end of the last row of bunnies, there were pigeons.Ã‚
Don’t people call pigeons the rats of the sky?
Grace started jumping in her stroller.Ã‚ Birdie! Birdie! Ã‚ To be honest, Dear Reader, it sounded more like Bee! Bee!, but I knew what she meant. She wanted out of the stroller. She wanted a closer look.Ã‚
Birdie! Birdie! We’ve been hearing that since we met the gulls and sandpipers up close and personal at the beach.
We passed some Bantam chickens. Birdie! Birdie!
We looked at the ducks. Birdie! Birdie!
We walked by some enormous turkeys, bigger even than Miss Grace herself. Birdie! Birdie! Her affection was unrequited. The largest tom turkey fanned his feathers and turned a little blue. I guess he objected to being lumped with the little birdies.
The highlight of Grace’s day was the duckling exhibit: 20 ducklings, some straw, and a little duckling pond. Grace ran from one end of the pen to the other, jumping up and down, pointing, andÃ‚ screechingÃ‚ Birdie! Birdie!Ã‚ for a good twenty minutes. It could even have been longer.
Honestly, I do love ducklings. We had ducks when I was a kid, and I’ve always had an special spot in my heart for them. But, really, what kind of kid prefers the pigeons to the bunnies?
Grace’s kind, I guess.
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