Cubicle’s Story

Long, long ago, I lived at a feed store with a bunch of other fuzzy baby geese. The clerks there liked me the best because I was so friendly and I guess that’s why the Farm Manager picked me out. When she finished the rest of her shopping, she was surprised to find that the clerks had me out of the “going home” box, prancing around on the counter. They told her my name was Norman and they were all pleased that I was going to live at such a highfalutin establishment. They put Cubicle into the box with me, and anyway that’s how we ended up at Stacy’s Funny Farm.

Emergency Blog Post

I had a lovely blog post written and then my computer crashed. I could struggle to recreate my masterpiece, but I have no photos, either. I know, let’s see if there are any funny Dobby photos hidden away within WordPress!

Dobby loved his hens, but I’m not sure the feeling was mutual. Dobby is helping himself to some of their cracked corn and they are running away, as you can see!

This is the photo I present to the world- Terminally Chill Dobby, politely sharing corn with the hens while the rabbit looks on. Such a pretty picture!

Just around the corner from the fleeing hens, there is an area inexplicably dubbed “The Graveyard.” It is a space I try to keep neat and tidy, and free of vermin. I even put fences to keep rodents out. So effective!

Most people are looking at those gigantic chompers. I am looking at those nice clean blankets on the ground. I had set them on top of those garbage bins, and somebody pulled them down and decided to take a nap.

Dobby investigates the bins. This one is where we put the soiled blankets.

Dobby is sharing his corn-on-the-cob with Jello, his favorite hen, in the front yard. I noticed an old corn crate today, the price still written on it: $50. That’s for 24 ears.

Dobby’s Lagoon always had lovely sticky mud for bathing. Good thing it was in the front yard- most of the mud would dry and drop off before he came into the kitchen.

This is the front door. There was no way he was coming into the house, but he was optimistic.

Dobby, showing his respect for our flag!

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For those of you who joined us recently, our roster included Dobby the Capybara from 2009-2018. He proved to be such an excellent ambassador animal that I was inspired to incorporate as a non-profit organization. He has his own website where you can find all sorts of information about capybaras and links to our YouTube channel and beyond.

With a bit of good luck, we will return to our regular programming for the next blog post. If my usual luck prevails, there are plenty of Dobby photos.

 

 

Norman’s Nonsense – 32 – The Vampire

If you don’t know about the three new ducks, then you must not live anywhere around here. They are big, they are blindingly white, and they are loud.

Daily Drama 110 – Dumped Ducks

Every Easter, bunnies and ducklings are given to children as pets. Ducklings grow quickly. They eat lots of duck food, splash the water out of their little pools, and generally make an icky sticky mess of their pen. Cleaning a duck pen is no fun. Rabbits chew everything up, would rather run wild than snuggle, and toss “raisins” from their cage.

Norman’s Nonsense 31 – Drake Alert

Sunshine “Sunny” the Pekin drake

One of the new ducks- the drake- has now joined the general population. Sunny wandered around today, poking his bill into this and that, exploring. The girls are still in the Bully Pen.