Canadian Western Agribition is on in Regina this week. It takes me back about 20 years to when I was first assigned to cover the event.
I would spend every day at the show that fall, reporting on all the events. I would talk to and connect with the people who make it happen in the livestock industry. I really had no clue what I was doing or what they were talking about but I paid attention and I listened and I asked the questions and by the end of the week I was talking and walking with confidence.
It was on the Friday afternoon I stepped away from our broadcast location for a little fresh air just outside the Brandt Centre. It was there I'd been feeding some sheep in a small pen, set up between buildings.
As I stood and watched the animals, a cute, little girl approached the pen. I said "Hello" and then I said "You know, if you grab some of that green feed there and throw it into the pen, the sheep will scramble over to it and head-butt each other to get some."
She looked up at me like I was an idiot and replied, "I know. Them are my sheep."