There’s just something about using the 1960′s filter on Picnik to show pictures from the fair.

If it wasn’t for the crushing crowds and the people complaining about lack of cell phone reception one might feel taken back.

Also, piglets are so much cuter than the fully grown sows. Especially when they have such fun colours.

It’s probably just me, but this 5 month blonde scottish highland cattle bull kind of reminded me of Cooper. Maybe it has to do with the color. Perhaps the shaggy hair is the problem. Or maybe I’m reminded by the way he sprawls out when he sleeps. Of course, before he spread out the calf looked at me with his shaggy face and it looked so much like my pup if you looked at it just wrong.

Maybe that’s a compliment to the cow, or an insult to Cooper the poodle, but I don’t care.

One of my favorite reasons to go to the Deerfield fair must be to see the livestock. I certainly took enough pictures of the cows and oxen.

Some of the breeds of cows have such pretty faces. They are sculpted like the Arabian horses.

I really don’t think I can eat veal.

The farmer and I had a good chat about how you don’t get between a cow and her food.

Some of the Oxen were insanely sized. I think some were at least 6 feet tall at the shoulders.

I love all the different patterns on cows. I heard lots of children commenting on how the markings looked painted on.

And how much the cows seemed to not mind the crushing crowds.

The best part of these fairs in my opinion is when parents are actually teaching their city kids about the source of their food. Mind you, the amount of incorrect information being thrown around was pretty sad. I’m surprised at how many grown ups can’t tell the difference between an oxen and a cow, you don’t get milk from a bull.

So a few days ago the some of the evil geese from across the street were hanging out in our front yard.  I decided to open the blinds so that Beavis could watch them from the window ledge in the kitchen. The geese proceeded to approach the house and the gander started hissing in our general direction.

It’s my house goose, this cat is indoors, don’t worry he’s not after your precious wife. He’s probably a fraction of your size anyways.

The thing is I’m afraid to chase them away.  Last week I looked out the window to see their employee picking up ducks that had been hit by a car. As evil as they are, they are entertaining, and I don’t want to see any animal get hurt.

Not to mention they would probably attack and chase me if I went outside. I’ve seen them attack numerous families who just want to watch them swimming around in the pond. Who knows, maybe they have saved countless childrens lives by keeping them away from the water. I don’t care, I’m still tagging them as evil on Flickr.