Is a different way wrong?

On Monday Carol and I went to the New Holland livestock auction at the suggestion from my friend Billy who grew up in the area. He told me it was something different and that the people watching was great. 

We knew we were getting close to the auction when we started seeing a few horse and livestock trailers. 

There were a few Amish people around and a lot of cowboys. 

Different animals are auctioned throughout the week and Mondays is horse day. 

This lady was shining boots at the entrance to the auction. 

As we were walking in we noticed these gentlemen off to the side. Their faces told a thousand stories!

The auction house has been around for decades and things don't look like they've changed at all. 

All the horses had food in front of them. There were a few miniatures and a lot of large ones of various breeds. 

We found a seat up at the top behind the auctioneer and got ready for the action to begin. 

The sales are fast and you better pay attention or you'll miss it. Yes the first horses that were brought in had some sort of problem or another. It was sad to see them brought in and sold for a few dollars. Are they being bought and taken across the border to Canada for slaughter? Who knows, but I do know how many were dumped out west when the slaughter houses closed and at least they used to be slaughtered quickly and not left to starve out in the deserted lands. 

After the old and skinny ones were through then came the working and riding horses. 

This was a beautiful mare that sold for four thousand three hundred dollars. 

The people watching was the best. 

This lady sat through the whole auction just watching. 

These two gentlemen have probably been to a thousand auctions in their lifetime. 

His eyebrows had so much character. 

Some of the horses were really nice but the prices being offered did not reach what the owners wanted as a minimum for them and therefore did not sell. 

The cowboy's were having a good old time. Some of them were intensely watching and bidding. 

Each horse had an identifying number on its hindquarters. 

Some of them were taken to the farrier afterwards. 

People come from many surrounding states for the auction. 

On the way home I had to take this picture because you just don't see this back in California. 

Children's bicycles lined up at one of the local schools. 

We stopped for lunch at Hinkles restaurant located inside the pharmacy by the same name. This is a very old pharmacy that has been around for one hundred and twenty two years. I had the best chicken wrap ever which surprised me. 

So to end this entry I will say that I did not want to go to a horse auction to answer the question of right or wrong. I'm on this journey to experience the different ways of life people live. I'm not here to judge anyone but rather learn from them and hopefully see and understand why they do things a certain way.