One of the highlights of the year here in the Blue Ridge is the Western North Carolina State Fair. No, it isn’t the rides or the candied apples that attracts Phil and me. It’s not the clowns, the hotdogs, nor the carnies selling their wares.
It’s the Goats!
Nigerian Pigmy Goats
We are drawn to the barns! The barns are full of cattle, sheep, goats, llamas, chickens and pigs. It is great to get so close to our agricultural roots, hob nobbing with the food source. I see the whistful look in Phil’s eyes as he watches the goats, remembering what it was like when his goat, Billy was still alive.
Phil talks almost continuously in the chicken barn. He shows me the chickens that he had as a child and tells me bits and pieces of information about each breed. He seems to know entirely to much about chickens, if you ask me. Every year, I ask the same questions about the chickens; “Can you eat that one or do they just give eggs?”
Have you ever noticed that a few of the chicken owners bring their chicken houses with them? What is up with that anyway? Some of these chicken coups look nicer than my house! Although, I did notice that the chickens housed in these cute little condos have uber fancy names. I guess that is why they deserve such nice dwellings.
But, chickens aside, it is really the goats that draw us year after year. I have fantasies that we will one day retire and start a goat farm. Sigh … It lowers my blood pressure just imagining it.
In short, this year was no different than the last at the fair. We arrived early and toured the barns, and left before the crowd ever got out of bed. It was a great way to start a Saturday!