Change of Expression
Something pretty amazing happened today.
We have been having a massive campdrafting weekend,
with Cyclone Ului being polite and staying at bay (although the skies are quite grey).
There has been some AMAZING action which I will share when I get a spare hour or so to sift through the memory cards chock full of images.
But I had to dig out a couple of shots tonight to share.
Cause something pretty darned amazing took place at the local showgrounds.
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It happened between two expressions.
The first one looked like this:
And then this happened.
Then this…
Then this…
And then he was OUT in the arena…
(Holy Heck, hang on boy!)
And presenting…
Expression Number Two.
He’s saying: Did I score more than you, Dad?
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To explain more fully…
Dash went in his very first campdraft today!
At the ripe old age of seven (nearly eight) he plucked up the courage (with the help of some cousins) to enter in the ‘Junior’ draft. Kids under the age of 13 get just one beast (cow) in the yard (as opposed to a small mob for all other drafts) and take it out of the yard and around the course as best they can. They pretty much cannot get ‘cracked off’ (dismissed by the judge) and just do they best they can in 40 seconds.
It’s a riot.
Seriously, more spectators stop and watch this draft
and cheer with more gusto than any other division!
Dash vaccillated between wanting to have a go, and being too nervous and unsure of what he was supposed to do. Before entering the ‘camp’ he confessed to feeling ‘a bit sick’.
There should be more photos of Dash outside in the big arena
but I confess I was yelling and carrying on too much to really focus. Or click.
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More pics of cuteness to come,
but I am so bustin’ out with pride at my
sometimes-nervy little man having a red hot go,
that I just had to share….
