Angel Wheeler

Country Life

  • Big, yet simple

    Trying to live big. Trying to live simply. Can we do it? For us, this is what it looks like the past few days. Me with a warm cup of creamy coffee. Jason with a glass of nice dry wine. Emma with a Gatorade, Glacier Freeze. Blankets and pillows loaded up. We drive west a… Read more

  • Remembering Drew Miller

    We had to say good-bye to one of the finest dogs there was. Our Drew Miller. Our Drewby Dooby Doo. He was somewhere around 11 years old. Give or take a year. He was named after a preschool classmate of Ashlynn’s. He was her second puppy after her first Drew Miller met an unfortunate end… Read more

  • The Mystery of the Clankety Clank Under My Hood

      In the panhandle of Texas the weather is notorious for being unpredictable. Last month, in November, we had four tornadoes come through our area. And over Thanksgiving just a few days after the tornadoes, we had a major ice storm. And today, two weeks before Santa Claus takes flight, it’s predicted to be 72 degrees.  One might say Mother Nature definitely… Read more

  • Holy Moly! Where Has the Time Gone?

    It’s been three months since I’ve blogged. I am partly ashamed and partly surprised. I can’t believe it has been that long and at the same time I can’t believe I have neglected this little corner of my world so badly. I have never ever gone this long before. Needless to say, it has been… Read more

  • The End of my Chicken Ranching Era

    It happened yesterday.  The end of an era.  But yesterday was a joyous day of remembering the birth of EK, that I couldn’t allow it to spoil the day, regardless of how sad I felt about it. I found my last one chicken dead yesterday shortly after dawn. Actually, dead is such a mild word… Read more

  • The Chicken Chronicles: An Update and Addendum

    The month of March is upon us and with that comes an anniversary. Or a birthday, rather. My chickens turn three years old. Happy, happy birthday girls! It’s a landmark, a milestone, a big deal to have three-year old chickens. At least I thought it was until I googled the life expectancy of a chicken… Read more

  • A Broody, Moody Hen

    I’ve got a broody hen.  In other words, she wants to be a momma. This hen in particular sits in a wheelbarrow.  Day after day.  Night after night.  She won’t eat.  She won’t drink.  And if you go near her, she puts her hackles up and makes a noise that frightens me.   I’ve never… Read more

  • The Hummers

    I overheard them talking in the doctor’s office a few weeks ago. You need to get ready for them. They’re here. We saw some at our place yesterday.  Hummingbirds. So I heeded their advice and went to The Walmarts to buy a couple of feeders.  I googled how to make sugar water (4 parts water… Read more

  • Birthday Letters

    On January 16, 1943 my dad was born.  I don’t know anything about his birth.  Whether he was born in a hospital or at home.  Whether he was a good baby or a tyrant.  How much he weighed or if he sucked his thumb. Today if he were still living, he would have turned 70… Read more

  • The Chicken Ranch Case #378—–A Mild Case of Chicken Discrimination

    For all my beloved followers who have stuck by me through the “adoption” of my 14 little chicks way back in March of 2011, who watched me nurture them, watched them grow, loved them, and cried through their misfortunes, I have yet another tale to tell. But first, for old times sake, remember them when… Read more