Will they ever end - well actually, Yes - this is the last one of the season for us. It was at Caboolture. I got up at 2.15am, couldn't sleep, and we left at 4.30am.
For Meg!
This is the look you give when the realisation dawns on you that you've brought the wrong damn fowl to the show. You've gone and left your best hen at home because it was so dark this morning when you went to pack them up and you didn't take a torch - you just felt for the leg band. Bugger.
There are some mean looking, butt ugly chooks in the poultry world. Here's a small sample.
Some of them just wanted to go home - this girl was one of them. She was quite fretful for a while, trying to make her way out.
Cool dude, this one.
A couple of old timers and a young-un, watching the judging.
The young-un's cockerel.
Two of the young-un's pullets.
No ribbons or cards but a good day out and a learning experience for the young-un being up against some stiff competition.
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