Saturday, September 22, 2012

Fowl play

This sounds too weird to be true, but it seems to be true:
September 10th, 1945 finds a strapping (but tender) five and a half month old Wyandotte rooster pecking through the dust of Fruita, Colorado. The unsuspecting bird had never looked so delicious as he did that, now famous, day. Clara Olsen was planning on featuring the plump chicken in the evening meal. Husband Lloyd Olsen was sent out, on a very routine mission, to prepare the designated fryer for the pan. Nothing about this task turned out to be routine. Lloyd knew his Mother in Law would be dining with them and would savor the neck. He positioned his ax precisely, estimating just the right tolerances, to leave a generous neck bone. "It was as important to Suck-Up to your Mother in Law in the 40's as it is today." A skillful blow was executed and the chicken staggered around like most freshly terminated poultry.

Then the determined bird shook off the traumatic event and never looked back. Mike (it is unclear when the famous rooster took on the name) returned to his job of being a chicken. He pecked for food and preened his feathers just like the rest of his barnyard buddies.
When Olsen found Mike the next morning, sleeping with his "head" under his wing, he decided that if Mike had that much will to live, he would figure out a way to feed and water him. With an eyedropper Mike was given grain and water.

Need to make fried chicken tonight.


libertyman said...

There's a lesson there for all of us, I am just not sure what it is.

bluesun said...

My dad's boss was one of the guys who helped start the Mike the Headless Chicken Festival. Yes, there's a festival.

Dave H said...

So Olsen was the first zombie rights activist?

Borepatch said...

Bluesub, it's a very small world.

goober said...

Cruel bastard. Should've finished the job instead of letting it suffer.