Ay-yup, when you’re a farmer, ya hafta put in a full day, sunup ta sundown. Ah’m up with the kittens every mornin’. (Sorry ’bout that, meant to say “chickens.”)
Step right up, folks—test yah skill! Three balls for a dollah! Knock down the lead-weighted milk bottles, and win your choice from the stuffed-animal shelf!
And if you can knock down the bottles with just one ball, you win today’s grand prize: This authentic, gin-you-wine, Cute Overload Extreme Close-up!
Christina C. says: “We just adopted a baby pug and named her Julie Bean. In this photo, she is itemizing the stuffed animals for tax purposes.”
“All right, scouts, stick with your hiking buddy and stay in formation! (Dear, would you kick Hubert back into line?) Now, let’s earn those merit badges! Sound off!“
“Peep, two, three, four! … Peep, two, three, four!”
Make way for goslings, Todd C.
The Memphis Zoo got a tall order last Thursday: A baby giraffe named Akili (“bright and intelligent” in Swahili), born right on exhibit. She’ll stay indoors during the cold weather, but zoo officials hope to have her on view soon. Full story at the Commercial Appeal. See photos of the birth at Facebook.
“Get with it, pal! You’re supposed to scurry around so that I can catch you and look good for the food lady! So make with the mouse-type behavior already!”
You want to break it to Mango here, James H., or shall we?
“Shouldn’t you be using a close-up lens? The product really needs to stand out! And how about backlighting it, for a halo effect? Tell the model to stop covering up the logo! Now, I’ve had an idea for the background, just thinking out loud here…”
It’ll look good in your portfolio, Khalid I.
A clever dolphin stirs up the mud, and his pals enjoy the catch of the day.
According to the BBC, wildlife experts were stunned to witness a rare “divorce” among a pair of swans. The birds, which normally mate for life, returned to a Gloucestershire wildfowl sanctuary — with different partners. Sanctuary officials hope the birds will resolve their differences on an upcoming Maury Povich.
“OK, I managed to sit through the 45 minutes of chanting. And the lady who showered the audience with toenail clippings while screeching about her childhood was kind of funny. But by the time they got to the three guys in frogmen suits who smeared each other with vanilla frosting, I just went baroo?“