Pigsaw Puzzle

Just a few pieces left to go…

I need a bit of pig for the upper right corner…

and then I’m missing some pig on the left side…

well, I guess it’s all pig, really.

Seen at Kensington State Park in Michigan, courtesy of Claire H.

Minimum Horse, Maximum Horseplay

Check out Stuart Little, a baby miniature horse practicing soccer, and… saaay, I just had an idea:  What if there was a game, kinda like soccer, but it had horses in it, and they ran around a field knocking a ball back and forth?

Naaah, it’d never catch on.

And if we had a pool, Bridget W., we could play water polo!

Don’t Play With Your Food! (Or Do.)

Normally, if you’re a healthy, red-blooded cheetah, a nice juicy impala is the “runs really fast and goes ‘boing!’ ” part of this good-for-you breakfast.  But what if you’re not very hungry at the moment?  Then he’s your new playmate!

That’s what photographer Michel Denis-Huot discovered in these amazing shots for the Daily Mail.  Already tired from hunting, the cheetahs patted and nuzzled the impala for about 15 minutes…

… and, even more amazingly, the impala nuzzled back …

… before remembering that it was food and scampering away.

Sent in by a gazillion people, all of whom were Goran G.

Dik-Dik-Dik-Dik-Dik!!!

People, if you’ve ever been to Africa, you’ve seen Dik-Diks running around, exuding cuteness of dangerous, deadleh levels. They’re part mini-deer, part partridge, all prosh. THEY GET THEIR NAME FROM THE SOUND THEY MAKE RUNNING FOR COVER OMG!

This lil’ Dude was born at the Chester Zoo recently:

Check this, he’s all: “le snorf”

MORE photos over at Sky News. Thank you for sender-innering, Nick W.

Thank You For Flying Air Lamb

We’ll be sproinging at an altitude of approximately three feet. Please fasten your seatbelts, and note that the captain has turned on the “no bleating” sign.

And if you look over to your right, you may be able to see a C.O.X.C.U…

Buh-bye now, Melissa W.

THIS JUST IN: Knewly Knobbular Knees

Baby New Year showed up a little early at the Niabi Zoo in Illinois, in the form of this wobbly new giraffe born December 27.  The boy, about six feet, 150 pounds, was born a few days earlier than expected, but the little feller is doing just fine, and will greet the public when the zoo reopens next May.  Until then, he’ll bond with Mom, and do lots of fun giraffe-type activities, such as running around, flicking his tail, eating hay, nibbling leaves on trees (well, the shorter trees, anyway), or maybe take up a nice hobby, like stamp collecting, which can be a rewarding way to pass the time during the long winter months, because you also learn the history behind each stamp.  I recall I had a full set of 60′s-era state flag stamps as a boy; sadly, they were lost in a family move, but anyway…

Reindeer Understudies

“Yep, that’s us. If one of the reindeer sprains a fetlock and can’t fly, that’s when we move in. Doesn’t happen often, though;  last time I went up was in ’73, and Ralph here doubles for Blitzen at shopping center openings.  That’s about it.”

Who knew Santa was so prepared, Paige?

Ugh. The Dreaded Holiday Pop-In

Yoohoo, anyone home? I brought you a fruitcake I made last year!

Hellooooo…? It’s Carl and Agnes! We have non-alcoholic eggnog, Brussel sprouts, and a hankering to sing carols!

Hey, uh, anyone home? Last night I accidentally ran over a grandma. Can I hide out at your place for a few days?

Stella, here! I brought over stuff for scrapbooking! Wow, your peephole is really dirty!

Anyone there? Maude just left me. For a Clydesdale. He pulls a one horse open sleigh or something. Can I come in and talk about it for a few hours?

Wait, that’s not a reverse peephole, right Julie C.?

Ugh, It’s That Dweeb from the AV Squad

“Hey, Stacy, I noticed you missed Civics class again; if you want, I could help you study for the mid-term because Mr. Dorfman says it’s one-third of your grade and it really won’t be any trouble because I took really good notes and it’s OK if you come over tonight even though it’s D&D night and my mom can make s’mores…” (etc.)

… and because sender-inner Marissa W. asked so nicely… TOOF-HANCE!

Just Two More Minutes, Ma

I’m, ah, working on my school project!  Yeah, that’s it, and I just need three more minutes.  I’ll be right in for lunch in just four minutes, honest.  OK, five minutes.