Welcome to the "Rancho Relaxo" blog for December.
Well...it's another surprise since this month's edition isn't late. It's amazing what happens when you give a little effort to being ahead of the game. Things aren't quite as hectic around here now that the weather has cooled down. In fact, it's almost too cool because it takes forever for the water in the chicken coop to evaporate. It's actually dangerous in there because water and waste make for ice-like floors. That ain't good! In any case, we haven't run out of things to do around here. There's
lots to do what with family, church, computers, chickens, and challenges of all sorts.
It hasn't rained....again....but, we are having some of the usual winter "high fog". That's a lot better than the "Tule Fog" that can get really nasty at times (especially in the mornings and evenings and along Highway 99). I've driven in fog so dense that you have to stick your head out of the car window to listen for oncoming traffic because you can't see them. Really....who wants to be T-boned by an idiot who blows through the stop signs at your intersection?! Thankfully, we've only had a couple of mornings with "regular" dense fog.
Anyway, the Ol' Rooster and Ol' Hen just wanted to share
what's happening here at our humble rancho (which doesn’t even come close to meeting modern
industrial standards) nestled in the dang-near-close-to-being-truly-green foothills of the
Sierra Nevada Mountains (come on rain!). Thanks for stopping in at Dirty Bird Central, the
chicken ranch being run by two old turkeys.
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Here's a shot of breaking out into the valley. To those of us who live in the San Joaquin Valley, it's a very comforting sign that we are getting close to home.
This is another attempt at the Ol' Rancher's "awful ice cream art". I'm not sure if I'm just naturally awful at art or I'm a brilliant artist who uses great talent to skillfully make such awful art. This one is called: "The Really Cool Soul Singer"....who has many personal problems. I tried water colors but...they just don't taste as good.
This is an early morning shot of one corner of a small cemetery near Rancho Relaxo. We came to visit Connie's parents' graves. You can tell that we live in the foothills.
Tip O' The Day
You can pick your friends and you can pick your nose. But,
you can't pick your friend's nose. (anonymous)
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