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Icarus: Showing you who your DADDY is!

Have worn these Rocky Boots boots for all four years we’ve owned Rattlesnake Ranch. On our cursed property where EVERYTHING breaks, these boots have never let me down.

Steve Olivas Rocky Boots A perfect visual representation: ugly but perfectly functional. Just like our beloved Mayor Steve of Rattlesnake Ranch.

Winger, our rooster with paint splotches on his back (because he’s an alpha moron), started to “cock-a-doodle-doo” last night.

That pic is from about a month ago…today, he’s closing in on 4 months old. Here’s a current pic (should have taken with a copy of today’s newspaper):

That’s a picture of our deer feeder. Naturally, there’s a cow eating from it.

That’s her…she’s getting bigger and maturing. We’re hoping to get one or two more this fall, when a friend’s calves are ready to move.

First try with free-ranging the flock. Went pretty well…only one of the 12 was too tentative to give it a whirl.

*sigh* Bless her heart. The turkey (Mrs. Icarus), whose brain is the size of a toenail clipping, can’t find the door. Not even kidding. She’s starting to freak out.

I’ve literally been in a lawn chair for over 90 minutes watching this circus. 12 birds, lot of drama. Flock dynamics are fascinating.

They were pretty good tonight, considering it was their first time. I had to scatter treats on the floor of the run to keep the flock occupied (read: not run out again) while Mrs Steve and I chased the two rebel holdouts around to the door (then they ran in on their own).

Definitely a better view than the typical Steve Olivas view

First baby habaneros of the season!

The plumber came and dug up the existing concrete pad — in order to set the pipes for the (eventual) new build.

These kids…they grow up so fast!

The only things more annoying than firework videos are small town parade pictures.

It’s…disturbing.

The weather is heating up, and so are the quails. We HAD five females and three males — until two females got — um — “banged” to death overnight. So one male got relocated today. Not quite to Hell, but on the doorstep. Boy #2 going tomorrow if it doesn’t improve for the girls.