FAQ

A: As fun as that sounds, our animals prefer chin scratches over saddle time. They're living the retired life—think more “spa day” than “rodeo.” But don’t worry, they’re still happy to walk beside you, pose for pics, and maybe even share a snack

A: They’ll be cleaner than your browser history. But only slightly. Pigs actually love being clean, believe it or not—they just happen to think a good mud bath is cleanliness. It’s their version of a five-star spa treatment. So while they might not be fresh out of a bubble bath, they’re rocking that natural, earthy glow. Think less “Pinterest piglet in a teacup,” and more “DIY exfoliation with bonus grunts.”

A: Sure! As long as those snacks are vet-approved and not, say, “Hot Cheetos.” Trust us—nobody wants to deal with a goat who’s got the fiery squirts. Our animals have sensitive tummies and highly refined palates (they're basically pasture foodies), so we stick to a curated menu of animal-safe treats. Feel free to ask us what’s on their snack list—spoiler: it’s usually not Flamin’ Hot anything.

Yes, some of our goats faint—usually when mildly surprised, overly excited, or feeling a little theatrical. It’s their signature move. And while we wouldn’t call them “screamers” per se… let’s just say you might hear a sudden yell echo across the pasture when someone finishes the last of the hay. So yes, they faint. Sometimes they scream. Occasionally both at once. It’s like hanging out with tiny, four-legged drama queens.

Ah, you could try… but things are gonna get real awkward real fast—because all of our cows are dudes. Yep. Every single one. So unless you’re into extremely confusing and regrettable life choices, we strongly advise against attempting any impromptu milking.

They’re essentially big, fuzzy lawn ornaments with horns. No milk, no productivity—just vibes. Honestly, they’re kind of useless in the traditional farm sense, but we love them anyway. Think of them as large emotional support animals with resting moo face.

Contrary to popular belief, our bulls don’t care what color you’re wearing—they’re not fashion critics, and they’re definitely not auditioning for Running of the Bulls: Backyard Edition.

That said, if you roll up in a bedazzled pair of red jean shorts, they might stare. Judgingly. But honestly, they’re more likely to charge toward a snack bucket than a red outfit.

So unless your jean shorts smell like alfalfa and bad decisions, you should be just fine.

We like to keep things rustic out here at Camp Winnie—which unfortunately means no public bathrooms on site just yet. But don’t panic! Visits are only an hour long, and we believe in you. For anything urgent, there are a few fine establishments with flushing toilets just a couple miles down the road. Plan accordingly, and maybe skip that second iced coffee on the way over. Your bladder will thank you.