For every minute in the show ring, there are hours and hours spent back in the barn.
Two fairs...lots and lots of barn time.
I think every show box is equipped with at least one deck of cards.
Before you can move animals in, the pens must be prepared. Isaac is helping to build racks for the fans to keep the goats cool.
We don't have a camper any more, but we have friends that camp. Several nights we invaded the campground and invited ourselves to dinner.
The "camp kitchen" is off limits to all but a select few. On steak night, Isaac was allowed to flip the steaks.
But on Saturday night, Daniel was the cook. He brought out the smoker and filled it to the brim with 16 racks of ribs.
He has already been invited back for next year.
Showing cattle can involve a lot of yelling.
Getting ready for a show can be pretty stressful...and loud...so you have to yell louder than all the barn noise.
Sometimes the yelling is volume...and sometimes it is pure stress and frustration...
But at the end of the day...they still love each other.
And when the showing is all done...we get to have a little fun.
The beef barn...and some others...went down to the rodeo.
And the clown made friends with some of our friends.
Behind the scenes of the live TV shoot, Romance got to meet a service dog.
It was pretty adorable.
This is how we all felt...every single day.
This is one tired kid...
But don't worry...he was not allowed to get anywhere near his bed with those dirty knees!
And just so you don't think that everything goes as planned and we just sit back and have fun...
This is what greeted us at home the night we moved equipment into the fair.
Yep...the feed delivery truck took out the electric pole...
On one of the hottest days of the year...
With a barn full of really, really hot animals and no electricity to run the fans.
The pole needed to be replaced...just not the day before fair. But, we now have a nice new pole...that is a lot higher...so it won't ever happen again.
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Hello! I am Heather... the city girl turned mom to manure loving country boys. My husband and I both grew up in the city, but spent weekends visiting grandparents in the country. We are first generation farmers who learn best by almost always doing things the hard way. I hope you enjoy following along with our adventures down on the farm.