I have a tendency at these sort of things to wander through animal housing, so visiting the stockyards was just part of my wandering.
Apparently, I’m not the only one that does so. The path was divided into the part for animals and the part for people.
It’s too bad they don’t build them like this any more. Just because it’s a stock yard doesn’t mean it can’t be attractive.
The walkway made it easy to see into lots of pens at a time.
Naturally, lots of cattle. (I’m afraid that I only recognize the really distinctive breeds, so I have no idea what these are.)
I do recognize buffalo, though! (Technically, American Bison.)
Aren’t the little ones cute?
Yaks are a lot smaller than I expected.
This one just struck me as beautiful. Possibly clipped for a class?
Then there were longhorns.
Check out the rack on . . . her? It’s the steers (castrated males) and the cows that have the massive horns, not the bulls.
His name is Henry. Named after Henry VIII because he rules. So said the sign on his pen.
I love draft horses. Passing trains don’t even excite them.
