Angel Wheeler

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  • Life is But A Blob of Wetness

    It’s calving time again here on the ever so windy plains of Texas. While the rest of the world is bombarded with severe weather, we remain rainless. And windy. And oh-so-very dirty. Today was field day at my school and when we left there, after battling wind gusts of up to 50 mph,  and no… Read more

  • Caught

    I love this picture.   It reminds me of the child who denies being in the cookie jar despite the crumbs on his face and the chocolate on his hands. “Hay?  What hay?  We aren’t eating the forbidden hay.”   Caught with their ears up.  And their pants down.  If only they were wearing them. Read more

  • Birthing Babies

    My husband, whose Superman cape is presently hanging in the closet while he lounges in his Lazy Boy has a pretty in-depth resume’.  Among his many talents include cowboss, gourmet chef, drumming dynamo,  and husband extraordinaire.  But most recently, he has added foal nanny.  The ranch he works for decided to buy a horse.  A horse who happened to be pregnant.  The… Read more

  • I’m Not Gonna Hurt You, I Only Want to Chew On Your Neck.

      The J&A Chicken Ranch, the place I call home, is stocked with 2 dogs and 14 chickens.  Natural enemies, they are.  The dogs live in the fenced backyard and the chickens live in a chicken pen and garden shed close to the backyard.  Somedays I like to let the dogs out, and somedays I like to… Read more

  • Rain and Reptiles

    Lightening, thunder, wind, and RAIN greeted us this morning in the Texas Panhandle.  It has been so dry, the trees are bribing the dogs.  Here in my little town we only average 21.16″ of rain annually.  So far this year, we’ve received seven drops.  Okay, maybe eight. Technically, we’re in a drought.  We haven’t been… Read more

  • Picture of the Day

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  • UP

    Remember when Freedom was just a baby, trying to fly out of the box? Now here she is perched on my foot, while my leg is crossed. But that’s not high enough.  So to my knee she flutters. Next is the arm of the chair I’m sitting in. Then the back of the chair that she… Read more

  • Wide Load

    Easter Sunday when I posted this on my blog I was trying to be funny.  Today, there is nothing funny about it.  My butt hurts.  It’s the truth.  Ashy and I decided to go for a bike ride yesterday.  A pleasant country bike ride on dirt roads next to green pastures.  We headed south atop our cheap Walmart bikes, rode… Read more

  • What You Love

      The sound of heavy bootsteps and the jingle of spurs woke me from dreams filled with high heels and travel plans.  My husband was up, dressed, and stirring around the house, waiting on the “guys” to get here.  It was time for me to rise anyway. I threw the shoes I was trying on in my… Read more

  • Cock-a-doodle-dude?

    I don’t watch Dancing With the Stars or Gray’s Anatomy or American Idol.  Instead of sitting in front of the idiot box, I spend my evenings with chickens.  Yes I realize it leaves the question, “who is the real idiot here?”   They’re my form of entertainment. Covered in feathers, with feet like E.T., and mostly… Read more