Angel Wheeler

death

  • 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

  • Ranch Security

     I don’t know how many of you are familiar with Hank the Cowdog books by author John Erickson.   Good ol’ Hank, Head of Ranch Security, can usually be found protecting the ranch from varmints and keeping everyone safe with his side-kick Drover. Well here at the J & A Chicken Ranch we have our own head of… Read more

  • In Memory of My Dad #7–Golf

    My dad was a golfer.  There was usually a set of golf clubs in the back of his work truck, just in case.  As a little girl I remember times when he’d suddenly remark, “Let’s go hit some golf balls.”  Oh the joy I would feel.  I was going to get to golf!  So he’d… Read more

  • In memory of my dad #5

      As we packed up the house this past week, and walked out the door to spend the night in our new home, I looked around the rooms at the emptiness of them.  The pictures were off the walls, the furniture had been carried out.  There was nothing  left except an old chair or two and a… Read more

  • Just In: Chicken Fatality Report

    They, whoever they are, say death comes in three’s.  Since I last wrote about my chickens, one more has died, which brings the number of fatalities to 3.  It was the little chick I was worried about before.  The antisocial black one with a little yellow spot on its head who stood in the corner and stared.  She didn’t even get… Read more

  • Slow as Molasses

    I have officially declared myself unfit as a chicken mama. Someone call CPS. No, not Child Protective Services, ring up Chicken Protective Services. I lost another chicky.  I don’t know the cause of death,  I contribute it to Mother Nature.  Beneath my electrical pole, it is beginning to look something like a chicken cemetery.  Two down, Fifteen… Read more

  • Junior Chicky Little

    The chicks are quite rambunctious today.  Soon they will need a much bigger box. Yesterday, I didn’t tell you my story of death, but today I must tell you that one of them did not make it.  Nature has its way of elimintaing the sick and weak and I did have a sick one.  When… Read more

  • The Funeral

    This morning I opened my eyes and the world was still turning.  It still is, and more likely than not, it will continue to do so.  Everything is real.  Nothing has been a dream.  Although it seems surreal, we laid my dad to rest yesterday in a beautiful service.  A service I hope he would’ve been proud of.  My sweet husband J-Dub… Read more

  • In Memory of My Dad #3

    Hello friends, Here’s a second story from my dad.  This was dated January 27, 1996.  It is called Marking One’s Progress Through the Ages on the Doorjamb of Life.  He had celebrated a birthday 11 days prior. As I write this I reflect back to the 16th of January.  That was the day that I turned 53… Read more

  • In Memory of My Dad #2

    My family and I are in the midst of burying my dad.  It’s hard.  But tonight we sat around my grannie’s kitchen table and told our stories.  And we laughed.  And laughed.  And laughed.  It’s good medicine.  It’s what my dad would’ve wanted.  My dad was a writer.  He spent some time writing sports and commentary… Read more