Sunday, November 23, 2008

Toronto obsession, The Fair

...Royal Winter, that is.

This is a bit late, the fair is over now, but here's a selection of postings (with pics!) about the Fair:

Scenes from the Fair (Gadzooks!)

Randomly on a Monday (the Yarn Harlot)

Royal Winter Fair - Animal Planet Up Close (Christie's Corner)

I took Tristan to the Fair for his birthday, we watched some rodeo acts, a goat show, a dog show and looked at all the animals we could fit in. At the Petting Farm we fed lots of goats, sheep, llamas and a yak.

We took the bus to get there, the bus driver told us that she drives that route early in the morning and sees all the cows and horses and goats being taken out for exercise. They walk along the sidewalks through the area before dawn, in a long farm parade.

The goat show was a kind of 4-H thing, kids and their kids, so to speak. You could tell who were the beginners and who were the old hands at it, but the beginners, little guys (and gals) with goats as big as themselves, were quite cute.

The dog show was Superdogs!---a bunch of rescue dogs doing tricks. The tricks are not particularly unusual, mostly jumping hurdles and fetching frisbees and obstacle racing, but it is all done with such showmanship that the brief half hour show is quite exhilarating. And the dogs are very obviously really really into it. They are just beside themselves with excitement!

We didn't see the whole rodeo show, that would have cost me my other arm and leg, but we got to the Fair early enough that we could watch---for free---the cowboys practicing. Mostly bucking bronco stuff. Watched one horse drag a fallen rider around the ring a couple of times while two more cowboys chased him and the fallen rider kept trying to climb back on. All ended well, but pretty heart-stopping to watch. Once they caught the horse and the rider freed himself and walked away, the horse just stood there, no more fun and games.

On our way home from that we saw a hearse all decorated for Hallowe'en, Tristan was staring at it so I explained to him what a hearse was, to take dead people to the cemetery. He said his grandpa didn't go in a hearse, he got burned. I asked him if he was sad about his grandpa being gone and he said no, because now he had new uncles. He went to the memorial service in Edmonton and met Isaac's brother Josh and half-sibs Jason, Amber and Luke and all their kids for the first time, so I guess he figures it was more of a gain than a loss.


June Calender said...

Hi, Anne. You commented, nicely -- thank you -- on my blog. So I thought I'd read yours. I am amazed you saw yak in a petting zoo. I have traveled in the Himalayas several times and I know that true yaks do no live long below 10,000 feet altitude. Probably your yak was a dzo, which is a cross between a yak and a cow. Depending on the toss of the genes as it were, some may look more yak-ish or more cow-ish but they have different metabolisms and the cow seems to confer that ability to live at lower altitudes [plus give richer milk]. Thank you for reading my blog -- yes, it's time for others to learn about the frugality we have practiced for a long, long time.

Zabetha said...

Hmm, learn something new all the time! Thanks for the info.

They had it upstairs, maybe being on the second floor was a better altitude for it? Just kidding!

Anonymous said...

Hi Anne!

Great pictures and narrative (as usual) and what a wonderful Fair! You're doing well at widening Tristin's horizons and making memories for the both of you.

I love Tristin's take in gaining new uncles. A lot of life would be better if more of us looked for the bright side. :D

Zabetha said...

Tristan's contact with his late grandfather was largely over the internet, the last time he saw him in person was several years ago. I think he didn't really have a flesh-and-blood emotional connection, it was relatively easy for him to drop it in favour of real aunts and uncles and cousins.

There's an interesting article in the New York Times, here, about the pros and cons of grandparenting by webcam.