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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. I wonder how he would feel about a hug?

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

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

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

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

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