Wow! Your Place, Too?

Same with mine! And I really thought I was gonna ride out the storm, too. I mean, I used the premium straw with the extra tight thatching. But like, one puff and it was totally blown away, man.

Anyway, let’s go hang out at cousin Louie’s. Bet his place is still standing.


“Piglets” by Flickr user Brett Marlow.

Great Story. Can You Tell It Again?

Hi, I’m a Silkie. I used to be a cab driver in Manhattan. Now I am a musician. Everyone calls me Bob. I like to take daily walks around the lake. Mostly clockwise. I once went roller skating. Billy Joel is so under appreciated, don’t you think? For me, there is nothing like a good game of croquet. Or is it cricket? Either way, my grandmother was a great knitter. We are planning a funky dance party – perhaps with pimento loaf and mayo sandwiches, washed down with a nice Dom Perignon that daddy has been saving for just such an occasion…


You don’t say, Kim S.!

Hawaii Swine-O, no ka oink

Aloha. I’m here for the luau.


Mahalo, Stuart, and Jennifer H.

Holy Henthouse Magazine!

Farmer Ted just took a sudden interest in egg collecting.


Laurel L., your bantam hen really should examine herself.

The Ham Shank Redemption

“Hey, Lenny! I think I found a way outta this prison! We just crawl under this thing and make a break for it! Acapulco, here we come! I can taste the mojitos now…”

“Shh! Quiet, it’s the warden!”


“Boy, oh boy, another fun-filled day of being a pig! This is the life, eh?”

“You said it! I sure hope they serve us slop again for dinner! I love slop!”


Get busy livin’, or get busy styin’, Juliette V.

Places, Places Everybun!

Hey everybunny, let’s put on a show!
Oh, where art thou Romeo…


Let’s clean up the barn, and do a musical!
Oh noes, I disapprove of snoozicals.


Dress rehearsal. From the top!
Opening night. What if I’m a flop?


Grace E. has upstaged us all with her happy farm bunnies.

Someday, Kid, All This Will Be Yours

This grass aye been in the proud possession o’ the MacGrooff family for nigh o’er 30 generations, laddeh. Me sainted father nibbled it, and his father, as far back as any man kinna knoo. Ach, ’tis a wee patch o’ Heaven ye’ll be tendin’ when last I leave yeh. Ye moost have soberin’ thoughts abou’ the weight of it now, aye?


TribalGirl tells us about these Nigerian dwarf goats: “They live on a suburban farm (yes, a suburban farm) which doubles as a bed and breakfast and also a summer camp.”

[apparently our sender-inner is also known in the comments section as Dances With Goats.]

Heeeeyyyy Guyths!!!

[Yeeuck, Yeeuck] What are you guyths doing this weekend!!?! Wanna go tip some cows!??!!?!!11!?

Mini lamb partier via Izsmile.

Mo’ Snorfin’

Mo’ Problems…

Belle
This piglet encore brot to you by me. ME! Photo is by Whisker Snaps, however, so they get all the cred.

Gossip Goat

… so the Horses aren’t speaking again; Ethel made Bob sleep on the couch after she found about that filly in Philly. The chickens tell me that new rooster is strictly a cock-a-doodle-don’t, if you catch my drift. And Mrs. Pig won’t let her youngest Stanley out of the house ever since he got that tattoo…


Jamie W. says: “my mom took this at a petting zoo (accidentally wrote ‘petty zoo’)”

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