It was the horn that was the bone of contention. Kate liked to hoot it loudly as she flew round the yard. Her cousins tried to "sort it out" by slotting a carrot down it to muffle the sound! Alas when I went to photograph it the horn is no longer there.
So the Royal Welsh Show was the place to find a horn of the other kind. How spoilt for choice can you be? I was excited to find a venison stall with some antlers.
The sheep sheds provided more opportunities. Such a choice and such a variety!
I love this next one. The patterns are amazing!
Then we visited the cattle sheds........oh dear.
I have always had a love of Highland Cattle.
And look at these.
When we got home and I went to put away our sun hats. Hang on!
Why was I looking so far for a horn or even a pair of horns when we have a pair in our own porch. A family heirloom from Brian's uncle!
I got a good chuckle out of that last shot! And the other ones are gorgeous!
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Rinda