This is Day 2 of some of the most beautiful weather that we’ve had here all summer.  It was a flashback from yesterday .

There were still some blackberries left from yesterday.
There were still some blackberries left from yesterday.

 

I picked as many as I could reach.

 
I picked as many as I could reach.

 

I ate way more than just these.
I ate way more than just these.

 

The cows didn't avoid me today.
The cows didn’t avoid me today.
They were too involved with swatting at flies.
They were too involved with swatting at flies.

See the horses in the background?  They were still camera-shy today but I snuck up and snapped them anyway.

This old girl  doesn’t mind haven’t her picture taken.

She's used to it after 15 years of living with me.
She’s used to it after 15 years of living with me.
She still asks me to please open the gate so she can go swat flies with the cows. Even though the answer is 'No' every time. She still asks me to please open the gate so she can go swat flies with the cows. Even though she knows that the answer is ‘No’ every time.
Animals fascinate me and I could probably spend way too much time photographing them.  Especially when there’s sunshine and blackberries involved.
 
 
Do you compulsively photograph your animals?  Do they mind?  I’d love to hear about it.
 

It is a rare sunny and gorgeous day in Central New York.  I had to get out the camera because these kind of days are so rare.

 
 

Scene from my backyard

Scene from my backyard
 
 
 
 
 
Cows in my backyard Cows in my backyard
 
 
More cows but they're not mine... More cows but they’re not mine…

I get to look at cows and horses every day in my back yard.  The best part is that they’re not mine and I don’t have to feed them!  Next door is a cattle auction barn and the owner has two gorgeous horses that were not available today for photos.  They were too busy enjoying their day outside of my camera range.  “Those pesky paparazzi follow us everywhere” was overheard in the far field…

Barbecued outside today for lunch.  The good news for the cows is that I was cooking chicken strips today.  I always feel a little strange when I’m flipping burgers in front of curious cows that sometimes come up to the barbed wire fence and peek over to see what I’m doing.  Today they didn’t care and were far away from me.  Maybe they heard from the horses that I would be taking pictures, because shortly after I came out with camera in hand, they had high-tailed it much farther away than they had been five minutes earlier.  These cows are camera-shy.  But that didn’t stop me.

   

Cowless field

Cowless field

 I think I see a few reeeeallly far away.  Guess they showed me!

I got the last laugh though.  Look what we had for dessert?

I worked for it...

I worked for it...

 

Picked a whole bunch

Picked a whole bunch

These didn't last long.

These didn't last long.

And I’ve got the stains to prove it.
Don't worry.  It's not as bad as it looks.  In fact it was totally worth it.

Don't worry. It's not as bad as it looks. In fact it was totally worth it.

I dropped one of these. There's a very happy squirrel down there.

I dropped one of these. There's a very happy squirrel down there.

I’ll save these for later.  Maybe tomorrow.

berries 3

Hope the cows don’t find them first!

 

Went to my favorite kind of auction last night. 

What makes it my favorite kind of auction you ask?

It’s rural.

It’s far enough away from home without being annoyingly far.  In other words, within an hour’s drive.

The Amish park their horses and carriage under a shade tree.  This always fascinates me.  I try not to stare at the people who are obviously Amish because of their dress.  I’m not a rude person just a people watcher.  The men do the bidding.  Their wives quietly browse and bring their husband’s attention to any hidden bargains like every good wife does (including this one.)  Their clothes are very clean and all handmade.  I have to stop myself from staring at their clothes.  The seams are always so well sewn and the ladie’s dresses and bonnets are usually made of such durable fabrics.  Nothing fancy but made to last.  I could go on and on about this.  Did I mention how people fascinate me? 

This auction takes place in cow country.  It’s always a beautifully scenic drive.  I’m a country girl at heart even though I’ve spent most of my life in suburbia.

I have to park on a winding country road with a ditch to my side that I have to remember is there when it gets pitch black.  OK, so this isn’t one of my favorite things about this auction.  My husband was not able to go with me this time so I had to do the “parking thing” alone.  If I fell into the ditch no one would hear the thump, the probable screams, and even if someone did they would think “Eh, one less bidder.”    So I had to be extra careful.  It’s out in the country but there’s still danger out there folks. 🙂

It takes place in a driveway.  The box lots are all pulled out to the driveway and choiced to the highest bidder.  You have to be fast on your feet and well prepared.  I learned this the hard way as I’ve learned mostly every else.  It’s lightning fast and there’s no time for slackers.  The auctioneer will usually taunt the unprepared, “What? Is this your first auction?” and everyone chuckles.  Been there.  On both sides.  It’s fun though.  Really.

The food is good but sometimes it distracts me.  One time I was munching away and didn’t realize that half of the crowd had gone out to start bidding.  I missed the lot that I wanted while I fed my face.  Boy that food was good but it could have waited.  Honestly, I was pissed at myself for doing something so stupid.  Now I eat when I’m done.  Period.  Between my purse, my bidder card, my lot list, and my pen, I don’t have any hands left for even a drink.  When my husband’s with me he might be the water boy (or should I say “man”?) but he wasn’t so I had to stay parched.  Oh yeah, and there’s only a porta-potty so there’s incentive to not drink a thing if you know what I’m saying…

Do you love to go to auctions too?  What makes them fun for you?  I’d love to hear from you.