Monday, May 4, 2009

Live Cow Birth....

at the Altamont Fair. I know it's a bit early to be planning for the Fair (August 11-16th), but when I saw the flyer advertising this birth thing, it kind of made me wonder if they were trying to get me to come to the fair, or to stay away... far, far away.

Yes, birth is a miracle, I get it. (I've been through two of those miracles myself). But, I am not sure I want to see a bovine miracle on a hot summer day whilst eating some fried dough. Something doesn't sit right with me about this. Has anyone witnessed this remarkable event? Am I missing something amazing? How can they guarantee the cow will give birth during the fair? My doctor told me my daughter was due on the 3rd, and he was off by 5 days, so who is to say that Baby Clarabelle is ready to rear her head (bad image.. sorry) during the fair? What about the mother's rights? I didn't want interns in my delivery room, do you really think Mama Cow wants a audience, let alone one that views this most personal of moments as entertaining as the Demolition Derby or Racing Pigs (also at this year's fair)? So many questions.

Anyway, you can find out more info about the Altamont Fair here. You can also become their fan on Facebook, MySpace, and follow them on Twitter (man, this fair is more connected than I am!) They also have videos posted on YouTube, but I'll let you take a look at those. Based on what I have heard so far, I'm a little afraid of what I would see.

Hooray for summer!


  1. maybe this should be filed under "what NOT to do". Your description is hilarious! THanks for the tip.

  2. Contact request:

    Hi Dawn,
    I've been trying to reach you. Not sure if you got my email or if it's caught in your SPAM file. Can you get in touch at

  3. Ha! Julia Bear... yes,, I will be nowhere near that tent. in fact, find the live cow birth tent, turn around, take 500 steps, take out your binoculars, and you'll see me way over there.....avoiding it.

    .. actually, a 'what NOT to do' category is a great idea, I've got plenty of those stories.

  4. I grew up on a small farm in Maine. One day one of the cows was giving birth. A calf foot protruded from her nether parts for most of the day as she walked around in a dazed Moooooooo. After most of the day in this situation, the unofficial town "vet" (no medical degree, or hs diploma either) came and we got the calf out. This was my experience as a calf midwife.

    I don't think I'll be checking this out at the fair. Kind of bizarre to explain to kids.


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