I spent part of this morning at a cattle auction.
It was the first time I've been to one. My oldest sister used to go to the cattle auctions with my grandfather. If he bought a calf, he would put it in the back seat of his car. Armed with iced bottles of Barq's strawberry pop, the two would then drive back to the farm, singing songs with the calf mooing in back.
This morning, the auctioneer moved quite a few cattle through there. I would have stayed longer but I had to find some friends. I wandered around the fairgrounds, stumbling into pigs, sheep, goats, brahma bulls, and a 4-H event that seemed to focus on teaching students to judge livestock contests. Although the weather was very cold for Phoenix, it was an enjoyable way to spend part of the last day of the year.
Just watch where you step.