There was plenty to see (and plenty to eat!) and Bert held up remarkably well.
First we saw some adorable piglets...
Then some sheep.
One of the main attractions every year is the gigantic butter sculpture. That's right. It's all butter.
There were all kinds of displays of Pennsylvania-grown produce.
Bert and I went in a butterfly tent. Sorry I don't have pictures of us inside but I was holding onto the little man. They gave everyone q-tips soaked in Gatorade to attract the butterflies. Bert was pretty fascinated.
Sharing the first of two bowls of ice cream with Popper.
A skid-loader agility course.
A draft horse weighing in for the horse pulls that were scheduled for later that day.
Bert got the biggest kick out of watching this steer stick out his tongue and lick his shoulder. The steer's shoulder, that is: he didn't lick the kid.
Bunnies of all kinds.
Talk about a funky chicken. This rooster almost looked like he had dreadlocks.
Always fun for Bert to see the animals from all his books in the flesh. Er, in the feather, I guess.
Months past Thanksgiving and Bert remembered that the turkey says, "Gobble, gobble, gobble!"
We watched some carriage racing in the arena. This was just the warm up session.
Bert was dressed appropriately for the day: jeans, flannel, and a Carhartt shirt. We were only missing pint-sized work boots for him.
Slow down, Popper!
Oh, and I highly recommend the milkshakes and the mozzarella cheese cubes on a stick. Yum!