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Judging


This beautiful Hereford Steer was for the weight guessing competition. But there were plenty of more serious competitions being judged, whether it be prize winning livestock, Mum's best dahlias, the kids cute drawing, Uncle Harry's huge pumpkins, or Aunty Mabel's unbeatable fig jam and preserves.

Photo specially selected for Martina.

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  1. freefallingMay 16, 2010 at 9:01 AM

    I wonder how he would feel about a hug?

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  2. myletterstoemilyMay 16, 2010 at 2:21 PM

    his fur looks like brown velvet.
    hide? i should know that.

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  3. diane bMay 16, 2010 at 5:01 PM

    I wouldn't like him to step on my toe. I don't know why I have never visited this blog before. Its great.

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  4. AnnMay 16, 2010 at 6:20 PM

    Attractive beast, looks quite cuddly. Was really good to meet you yesterday. I think everyone enjoyed it.

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  5. MartinaMay 16, 2010 at 7:34 PM

    Ah, look at these fine hairs at the snout, look at this eye full of wisdom, look at this perfectly coloured hide!

    Nobody is going to eat him, hm? HMM???

    ;-)

    thank you!

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  6. JulieMay 16, 2010 at 10:49 PM

    There is no breed more pleasing to the eye than a hereford. They have a beautiful chunky chest, and their markings are so very clean and distinct. We had herefords on our farm when I was a kid.

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  7. UnknownMay 17, 2010 at 12:44 AM

    He's looking at you! :-) Great close-up!
    Love the pumpkin header shot.

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  8. Mary AnnMay 17, 2010 at 5:26 AM

    Cows have such beautiful eyes. Did you find out the weight?

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