As promised, please enjoy a guest post by the Father-in-Law on Amish animal auctions. It will either make you want to be a vegetarian or buy your very own cow. Whichever.
Which is it? Stay out or enter at your own risk??
As promised (threatened?) here’s part two of our Amish adventures. In my last post I gave you a look into the culture clash of living near or among the Amish. This time I’ll give you an insider’s peek into one of the cornerstones of their business and social world, the animal auction.
Here in Ohio’s Amish country there is a sale day Monday through Friday in little towns throughout the county. It’s a chance to sell or buy some livestock, meet with seldom seen neighbors and relatives, and gives the wives and kids a chance to see some of a world larger than their farms. Special animal wagons are used to transport the cattle, sheep, goats and hogs to and from the auction. Some sales have a smaller side auction that will sell anything you may want to bring in. Pies, kittens, rabbits, summer squash, roosters and laying hens, out of date canned goods or boxes of stale potato chips. These smaller venues keep the womenfolk busy while the husband is tending to the more important livestock decisions.
Inside the animal auction barn you’re met with a cacophony of sounds and a wide range of odors. It’s not for the faint of heart.