Angel Wheeler

Country Life

  • Chicken Drowning Averted

    The fourteen chickens who run this ranch have full reign of the place.  At times, they may be found perched on the hood of a truck, sitting on a tractor wheel, or stealing the horse’s feed.  They do as they please, when they please, which is just fine with me.  I can’t bear to coop them up. … Read more

  • In Memory of My Dad #25

    Being a teacher myself, I found great joy in reading this story written by my dad on July 8, 1995.  How many of you have similar tales? Why our little community was named “Briggs” by early settlers has been lost in the annals of time, but I was always ready and able to come up… Read more

  • Update on life

    I know. I know. I know.  I’ve been bad about blogging.  It’s just that I’ve felt quiet lately.  I wonder if you can relate.  Sometimes you just don’t have much to say, until you don’t say much for too long, then you have way too much to say.  This originally short post  turned into a… Read more

  • Eggs!!

    I peeked into the chicken feeder to see how low the chickens were getting on feed, and just take a looky-look at what I discovered.   Yup, eggs.  In the feeder.  Our very first crop, if that’s what you call it.  I had been checking for eggs daily, but foolish me, was looking in the… Read more

  • Newness

    See, I am doing a new thing!  Now it springs up; do you not perceive it?  Isaiah 43:19 I awoke before my  husband.  Unusual?  More unusual than a flying armadillo.   Rather than rolling over and falling back to sleep, I groaned out of bed and crept through the dark house.  I laced up my tennis shoes and decided… Read more

  • Country Troubles

    Somedays the  J&A Chicken Ranch has more excitement than my feeble heart can handle. This beautiful breezy morning I am waiting for the water well repair man as we have no water coursing through our pipes.  The precious commodity, the life blood, the toilet flusher has seized for reasons unknown to me, but hopefully not beyond the… Read more

  • Peace, Quiet, Serenity, and other lies of Living in the Country

               We’ve all seen the magazine pictures.  The quaint farmhouse set on a hill with rolling green meadows and white rail fencing.  We imagine the serenity, the peace that we could experience if we could just get away from the city.  The hustle and bustle, the horns and sirens.  But put… Read more

  • The Villian Part 2

    The Villian is dead. He is no more. My facebook friends already know part of this story for I had to brag immediately, but for my fellow bloggers and non-facebook friends, I could not leave you hanging on the snake saga. Two days ago, I encountered a snake lurking ever too closely to my chicken coop.… Read more

  • The Villian

    A Villian is loose on the J&A Chicken Ranch tonight. Mothers, hold your babies. Men, gather up a posse.   There’s trouble.  And I don’t think I’ll be sleeping until The Villian is captured. Let me start at the beginning. I let a cantaloupe go bad, so I decided to cut it up and take it… Read more

  • Now

    Don’t come to pay me homage or spill tears upon my stone. Come now and let me touch you, Let me know I’m not alone. I need the sweet assurance of your warm and gentle smile. I yearn to hear your laughter, sit beside me for a while. When Jesus comes to take me to… Read more