Moo, Baa, Oink

Rabbits, chickens, horses, pigs, cows all checked me out as I walked by the cages and pens. They didn't seem extremely interested in me, not nearly as much as I was in them. The same enthusiasm I had as a child walking through the animals barns found me again as an adult.

I attended the County Fair in Angola. It is a small fair that centers around the animals raised in the area. June and I watched the calves being shown. My nephew came in second with his calf. We ate pork sandwiches and drank black coffee watching the calves paraded before the judge. Later my sister and I found ourselves standing before the rabbit barn. The loveliest bunny laid in his cage.

"Ah, you must be the Velveteen Bunny," I said. He said nothing. Just twitched his nose.

Chickens with wacky feathers hats and those in various shades of red and rust clucked.

I came home to our own Washington County Fair. Bunnies, goats, cows, horses, sheep and pigs filled the livestock barns. A wooly goat? Never a dull moment in the barns.The smell of the fair is the same no matter what state. The kids sitting on bales of straw next to the pens look the same. And the woman, once girl, smiles a few times more.

Yes, I'm a farm girl through and through. I still want a horse. I'd love to have a rabbit. The cows make me homesick. And, I thank God I don't live around pigs.

County fair animals are this grandma's delight.