Angel Wheeler

raising chickens

  • It’s A Boy!!

    It’s calving season out here on the Golden Spread.  Spring is in the air.  Trees are budding, tulips are blossoming, and heifers are birthing. Heifers are young cows, first-time mamas.  I might even be as bold as to call them teenage mothers.  Unwed, teenage mothers.  My husband says you have to watch heifers closely because… Read more

  • Crazy Chicken Lady

    While others are being entertained by Monday night TV programming, I am entertained by a chicken. My husband has nicknamed me The Crazy Chicken Lady. I don’t care.  Sticks and stones and all that jazz. Although videography is not my forte, and I am using my phone, and there is a red light in the… Read more

  • Freedom

      We have a pet chicken. We call her Freedom.  She wants out of the box in the worst way imaginable. She’s the only one who discovered how to fly to the edge of the box.  Since then we taped up the sides.  She appears to be a Barred Plymouth Rock with a long stripe… Read more

  • My Peeps

    The sweet little chicks aren’t very little anymore.             They are growing faster than anything I’ve ever seen.  I don’t know if you can tell the difference in their size between the first and second picture, but it’s quite substantial in “real life”. The first picture was their first day with me, the second was taken … 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

  • Oh Happy Day

    I received a phone call this morning at 6:40 from the United States Postal Service informing me that I had a package to pick up as soon as possible.  I jumped in the shower, threw on my clothes, and rushed off without a bit of make-up. Yes, my friends, the day has finally arrived.  The day… Read more

  • Got No Power Windows

    Let me tell you about my yesterday. We had to do some work on the chicken coop, so I needed my new, old truck to help haul some old wood for me.  We tore down one side of the chicken coop that was just crappy old particle board hammered together. We’re replacing it with some rustic looking… Read more

  • A Chicken Story

    I live in my own little world, and it’s safe here.  But occasionally something will happen that rocks my little world, and I’m reminded of the ugliness on this third rock from the sun. We have some friends who recently bought some chickens.  They didn’t order baby chicks through the mail, but instead went to a nearby… Read more