For some things, Ant, there are no words.
KSBW in California is reporting a fawn born on a Pacific Grove home’s welcome mat. Talk about your mat-ernity ward. Be sure to wipe your feet!
We posted this as soon as we herd, Barbara C.L.
When he showed up at little Jenny’s Sweet 16th instead of the Jumpy Castle they ordered, a lamb unwittingly set the record for the most birthday party jumps without a bounce house. Luckily, they decided to let him finish before telling him he was at the wrong address.
Catch you on the rebound, Ant.
Ohhh yoo-hoo, Tiniest Snorfer! Have we found the perfect match for you. Meet, the Tiniest Grunter!
My idea of a romantic evening is holding hams while watching Dukes of Hazzard reruns.
I am into high-pitched squealing noises and rubbing against fence posts.
Pam L. met this baby orphaned javelina at Big Bend Ranch State Park near Terlingua, Texas.
They say an atom is the smallest unit of matter. Even smaller is the neutron and the proton. After that is the quark. But then, there’s the microlope; really more of a theoretical concept, also known as the antimatter antelope.
From the blog that brought you “Where’s Bea?” comes the thrilling sequel, an action-packed story of one girl, one lamb, and one freshly-waxed floor.
Hope mom and dad will let the scratches on the floor slide, Alex.
I’m still feeling kinda shaky here — maybe I could have a crash helmet, just for a little while? Well, how about air bags? Bubble wrap? Water wings? Anything?
Another quality foraged link by Ant.
I am a huge fan, and BIASED and enjoyed all the announcements today. But please get a load of this hoof-tastic spoof.
Love the ‘hay’ background screen.
Quality stuff, Sender-Inner Nat S.
The Mesker Park Zoo in Evansville, Indiana is proud to welcome a new baby klupsprinkler… er, klipspringer. Meaning “rock jumper” in Afrikaans, the karpspanker is a relative of the antelope native to southern Africa. The new baby is one of about 30 kryptospelunkers in zoos across America.
ACTIVATE THE GRIN-HANCE 5200!
Yah, I think that’s Elsie’s boy Norman, the one that come out all funny-lookin’…
Nah, can’t be…
Well, what is it, then? Can you milk it?
Hmm, don’t think so…
Sure smells funny, whatever it is…