From feathered fowl to giant ruminants, farm animals are endlessly fascinating.

Omi was a newborn calf when left in the middle of a road, with his legs tied. But Taco goat has always loved him.

This Valentine’s Day, we’re celebrating love in all its forms, especially the love between farm animal friends.

Once severely neglected, Hercules defied the odds. Our Adopt a Farm Animal members are crucial in supporting his new life.

Did you know that goats prefer happy human faces? Here are more facts you probably didn't know.

Rufus missed his besties while he was sick. Our hearts melted when he saw them again for the first time after more than two months.

No summer camping trip is complete without fireside tales of the land’s local legends—from Bigfoot to Moth Man to Glen: a long-horned creature roaming through a New York state park! Glen wasn’t easy to spot. He was an expert at hiding—even with his giant horns. Hikers reported seeing flashes of white as Glen darted through the woods. Others caught glimpses of him on the outskirts of town. But unlike mythical creatures, Glen was real. He was cautious, curious, and shy—and he was in desperate need of help.

Last October, we rescued Sadie and Autumn from a neglect situation in New York’s Mid-Hudson region. More than three dozen sheep and goats were left without food, proper shelter, and care on a rented property that their owner seldom checked. Sadie and Autumn were pregnant at the time of their rescue—and in January, they each gave birth to twin boys at Farm Sanctuary.

Everyone loves Jordan. The jolly, plump Boer goat is always happy to see us. He’s kind, playful, affectionate, and often greets his friends with a hearty head nuzzle. But to be a good friend to Jordan, in return, we had to make the difficult but important decision to relocate him from our Watkins Glen, New York Sanctuary to our other Sanctuary in Acton, California. It’s a move to benefit his health, happiness, and life.

Hans was a young goat, wandering the streets on his own—likely after escaping slaughter. Like the billions of farm animals killed for food each year, Hans did not want to die. Something had lit the fire in his belly, causing him to flee from the life he knew. Maybe he found loved ones on the chopping block. Maybe something felt off and he took that as a sign to bolt. He was worlds away from the comforts of a warm, clean barn and protection from his herd. But he was alive.