On the spur of the moment we decided to go to the annual Ostrich festival. It boasts pig races, ostrich races, games, snakes, rides, overpriced food as well as featured performers like high divers, dancers, musicians, trampoline acrobats (there may be a more specific name for the last)
In our wanderings we did not get to see the ostriches as they were too far back and it was hot out and we were a bit lazy.
We did not see any pigs as the crowd was three to four people deep.
We did see three spotted horses and neither of us citified folk could come up with the type. Blueman offered Palimino at the same time I mentioned the word Calico. This caused Blueman to laugh which lets face it, is my favorite thing to do. Even after we were told the word we were looking for was pinto, I still like calico better!
Blueman got some love from the VFW group and even strangers who thanked him for his service.
The major downside was in line for tickets and right after. Young pubescent girls in shorts showing their complete disregard for respect of their bodies as well as public decency. I know I'm aging and becoming more a fuddy-duddy each year, but I don't believe showing your bare backside is necessary. I mean, it would hurt like heck if they ever tried to ride one of those calico horses!
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