Angel Wheeler

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  • A Fine Mess

    Looks like #15 got herself in a pickle. J-Dub says she was probably scratching her chin on the tree bark and turned her head just enough to get it wedged in there.  She doesn’t know how to lift her head and pull back to get out.       She messed her eye up pretty… Read more

  • Small Miracles

    So why did the chicken cross the road? To get back home from her Mexican vacation, that’s why. Yes, it’s a small miracle, but I’ll take it.  My missing yellow chicken that I wrote about in this post here, has returned safely. I don’t know where she’s been, I only know that she’s home.  She… Read more

  • The Coyote Snatching

    It’s getting on sundown here at the J &A Chicken Ranch and the girls are heading in to roost for the night.   All thirteen of them. Yep, you read that right.   No typo intended.  Thirteen.  As life would have it, murder, mayhem, and malice struck the Chicken Ranch early Sunday morning past when an unsuspecting fowl fell victim to the… Read more

  • 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

  • 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

  • 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

  • Noughts and Crosses

    Yesterday I popped off about teaching my chicken to beat me at tic tac toe. Maybe you didn’t pay attention to that comment or maybe you snickered or maybe you thought I was making stuff up. When J-Dub mentioned playing tic tac toe against a chicken one time at a fair, I figured he was full of… Read more