wool festivals are for kids

I have been looking forward to the wool festival for some time. When Carl and I got to the desk to purchase two tickets, the lady sort of looked down to see if we had any youngsters with us; we did not. She then said, "Are you sure?". I then realized that this wool festival was at "Farm Land" and in back was the petting zoo. My visions of hundreds of wool-loving folk spinning and dyeing wool with plants and talking sheep quickly turned into something more like hundreds of kids in strollers perusing a few sheep in pens. I said, "This is for kids, isn't it?". The lady said "Yes, it is." Boy did we feel sheepish....sorry. Anyway, the good news is, the lady I think felt bad for us and she said that we could walk around inside. There were a couple of ladies spinning wool into yarn on a spindle. It is such a calming process, like watching waves at the beach. I wanted to ask more questions, but I couldn't quite bring myself to break up the load of kids crowded around them. We also learned about eggs, which was perhaps way too much information than I ever needed to know. It makes the slow move toward veganism so much easier. We also learned how milk is made. Thank you Meadow Gold display. My one question is, 'Where were the cows?'. I saw a separator bowl which spun some cream and whey, I saw a 'homogenizer', which looked like a miniature gym shower, and when I pressed the button liquid squirted out the top. I saw a conveyor belt which shuttled plastic jugs down a line, and lastly, I saw a machine that squirted milk into the jugs. It was all very fine, but seriously, if I were a kid, I would have no idea that milk comes from cows! So strange. Also, don't feel too bad if you are thinking that we drove all the way to Thanksgiving point to learn some misnomered facts about milk, we actually went to a beautiful wedding of two good friends, and... we may have stopped at the R.E.I. sale to get a really cheap starter inflatable kayak.