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Few things provide better laughs than a community Facebook page.

Especially in a small town.

Not only can one find out “what were all those sirens around midnight,” but also, “does anybody know what’s going on behind the liquor store?” Best of all has been the saga of the spotted pig that showed up at the entrance to the grocery store. A photo showed him in profile looking larger than one of the pot-bellied variety and utterly nonplussed. It was reported that efforts to capture the subject were unsuccessful.

But it was the comments beneath the post…

“This place has the freshest pork in town!”

“What a ham!”

And my personal fav—

“Some pig.”

My barn chum, Donna, arrived the following morning to care for her ponies and relayed that she’d just passed the pig on Main Street, being stalked by two women trying to lure ‘Wilbur’ into a crate, but he wasn’t having it and disappeared into the undergrowth.

“Then, on Thursday, I had to stop on Highway 11 to go to a house and tell the people that their cow was out next to the road. I wonder what’ll happen tomorrow?”

“Thursday,” I said, “will probably be mule day. Or hang-the-hubcap-that-rolled-into-your-yard-on-your-fence-day.”

Her text, sent a half hour later, showed a continuation of critter subjects with an enormous turtle, the size of a VW Beetle, in my driveway. Having moseyed over from the pond across the road, she’d gotten out of her car to move it to safety. 

The pig, it has been claimed, found a home from an enamored follower of the post and as of yesterday, the cow was still in its field. The turtle has disappeared.

But I still don’t know what those sirens were all about.