"Home is the place where, when you have to go there, they have to let you in."

-- Robert Frost

Saturday, August 7, 2010


A new day, a new dollar. But first a little celebration.

Marketing sales meeting and a quick run for thank you baskets to high rolling buyers.

And the sale begins. Wish I had a wide angle lens because the magnitude of this backstage view is impossible to catch without. It goes all the way around the arena.

Let the sale begin.

SOLD! $550.00 x 3 = $1650.00. Our college fund thanks you.

Pictures for the paper and next years fair book.

Annie's turn. $200.00 per x 3 = $600.00. Not bad for third place.

Late nights and early mornings filled with dreams and excitement. Buffalo gals won't you come out tonight and dance by the light of the moon.


  1. A couple things:
    1) $1650 for three chickens????? Tell me they plan on teaching them how to do algebra and sending them to Harvard.
    2) No, really. What do the buyers plan on doing with those really expensive birds?
    3) Are my nieces and nephews wearing Wranglers? Lord help us all.

  2. Answers to E:

    1) Yes, it's crazy I know. A check will come in the mail next week. I'm the one who makes the kids put it away for college. If they had their way, they'd all put it in a vending machine to buy candy.

    2) It's a charity for the 4-H really. The buyers have to collect the animals after processing. No breeding.

    3) Tough Skins --- couldn't afford the Wranglers. But we remain a country music free family. For one week of the year, we are just pretenders.

  3. All I can say is WOW! I'm so impressed . . .

  4. Ok, I am so confused. Is this just a business give-a-way to the kids? Or rather, to one lucky kid? Please explain more to those of us who are not lucky enough to be raising poultry for the fair!!