Angel Wheeler

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  • 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

  • Winner, winner, chicken dinner

    Today was a windy day.  I went to put my hat on and it didn’t fit.  I think my head is swol up over all your compliments on yesterday’s blog. Good grief!  My intention was not for you to leave me comments about me or my blog, but you’re cool like that.   I thank you all for the sweet words.  Really, I… Read more

  • Customer Appreciation Post

    Today I just want to give a shout out and let you know how much you mean to me. Yes, you. You make me want to do this every single day of my life.  Even when I’m tired.  Even when I’m hungry.  Even when my brain is a pile of mush and the thoughts I… 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

  • Funnies from the SchoolHouse: Class Clown

    Class clowns.  They’re in every classroom across America.  Yes, even mine.  Today before writing time (which I love to teach by the way), I read a sweet children’s book called The Old Woman Who Named Things by Cynthia Rylant. It’s about this cute little old lady  who’s outlived all her friends, so she reluctantly gets a dog and they become… 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

  • Signs of Morning

    Morning Time is quickly becoming my favorite time of day. I can easily say this today, on a Sunday. More specifically the Sunday after I’ve had 8 days off of work. Maybe tomorrow morning I won’t feel the same.  Tomorrow.  The dreaded Monday.  More specifically, the first day back to work.  The first day back to work after Spring… Read more

  • De-Stressing

    Stress.  We all have it.  It attacks us at different times and for different reasons.  I’ve been feeling a tad bit overwhelmed lately.  When I stop to think about my life, I realize that in the last 3 weeks I have buried my dad and have (am presently) moving to a new house, while not… 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