Golfern Living Statue
It was another double visit day for me today. I am trying to cram everything into the last weekend.
First stop was Kids’ World. I like to shoot the rides in the west end of the fair before the sun gets too high. I got a few shots I liked and headed to The Farm. On my way over I ran into a new living statue. This one was a golfer. It looked like he had the heaviest of all the costumes. If he was uncomfortable under the noon sun, he sure didn’t show it.
The ostriches were particularly active today, inspecting visitors as closely as we were inspecting them. Just as l was being stared down by the female, the roar of the first fly by filled the air. I swear the ostriches tried to take off. They were very startled by the noise.
I took a peek at the piglets that were born earlier this week. In just four days they have doubled in size.
I managed to arrive in time to see the sheep shearing demonstration. The sheep was quite agitated when she was brought out of the pen. The minute the shearer sat her down the sheep seemed to completely relax. It was amazing how fast she was able to shear her.
I headed out the back of The Farm to try to catch some of the Air Show. To my delight I found a beautiful garden, hidden away behind the Better Living Centre. It was in full bloom, and filled with butterflies. There was a bit of a disconnect between the peaceful looking garden and the roar of the Blue Angels above. I want to head back when it is quieter.
After watching the Air Show for a while I headed home for a quick rest. On the way out I passed a booth handing out samples of pickles and carrot cake, a rather odd combination.
6:30 saw me heading back into the grounds for dinner and a show. Tonight I brought my neighbour Elle with me to catch the Pointer Sisters. We went straight over to the Rib Fest for dinner. That was one long line up, but certainly worth the wait. We grabbed some ribs and corn on the cob and found a place on the grass to watch the concert. There I was, sitting in the warm, evening sun, eating ribs and corn on the cob and listening to the Pointer Sisters. It doesn’t get much better than that.