The big machines line up in front of my house. This one was TWO STORIES tall.
This little fellow was across the street. He was a peaceful specimen, no bull, until after the parade when everyone had gone off and left him picketed with nothing to eat. Then the mooing started. I never did get the story on him. Maybe later.
The horses line up around the corner from me. There are never enough of them. This Belgian team was the only one in the parade. I'd love a parade that was ALL horses!!