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So I've mentioned a few times about how my roo Cluck Norris got his name. THis is the link to the event.
https://www.backyardchickens.com/th...chickens-and-got-hooked.1175251/post-19256741
What follows is a story I wrote because some other yoyo's on a totally unrelated forum asked me how he got his name. I've never shared it here, but here's Cluck's version of the story, in his own words (mostly).
Gather around one and all and hear the tale of Cluck Norris, Defender of the flock.
Twas the wee early morning hours of the 22nd of November, in the year of our lord, 2017. The day had been uneventful for the rooster known as simply "Roo". Flapping, crowing, strutting, eating, and occasionally entertaining the ladies were his meat and potatoes in those days, for he lived an idle life of luxury. The humans with whom he and his flock lived provided well for the flock, and his girls were fat, full of eggs, and generally got along well together. Roo kept a wary eye on the house hounds, but they too were content to chase the flock in fun but not interested in making them a meal. He was content, and life was good. Things were so tranquil that the humans had even let them roost outside the coop the evening before, not shutting them in as they were wont to do.
Nothing seemed amiss that evening when the farmer came to check on everyone and top off feed and water, and again, he left the coop doors ajar, letting the flock come and go as they pleased. Even the youngest group of langshans, who were still secluded from the main flock in their youthful pen. Roo made sure his girls were all settled in, and then himself nestled down for a night's rest under the stars.
The night was crisp, but not overly cold, as was the norm in this desert community at this time of year. A slight breeze picked up late in the evening, gently billowing out the canvas covers on the day yard with a ruffled, booming sound. Little did Roo know that tonight was going to be a defining moment in his life, a night which would change everything.
The night was dark, barely any moon shone to light the yard. Downwind and over the wall, evil entered the yard. Silently, stealthily, the evil crept, keeping to the shadows to avoid detection. Padding across the yard on silent paws, Coyote, sentinel of death, was stalking the flock.
He struck swiftly, first grabbing the youngest Langshans, juveniles with no names. He went quickly, dispatching them quickly with very little cry. 6 Lives snuffed out, and bodies partially consumed as he feasted on his kill. It was only the beginning of a night of terror.
His next victims were the broody Wheaten Ameraucana known as Ginger, sitting a nest of eggs. Then the eggs, though he didn't take them, he just destroyed them. Ginger tried to fight back, and their struggles began to rouse the main flock in the largest coop. Roo came awake, but remained silent, listening. It was eerily silent in the yard, again, only the sound of the wind and the covers blowing among the noise of the urban jungle.
Then, atop the wall illuminated by the glow of lights behind, he saw him. Coyote had left, but now returned, hunting instincts ablaze, and looking for more kills. he dashed across the yard and thundered into the coop, waking the girls and flushing them from their roosts. Everyone tried to flee, including roo. Coyote pulled down Fuzzy the black silkie, then 2 black isbars in rapid succession. he wounded Olive the Marans mix, but she ducked out the coop door and fled into hiding. Birds were down everywhere, some dead, others dying, and others fleeing to the safety of the trees and thorny bushes in the yard.
Coyote grabbed Artemis, the Svart Hona, and was carrying her off when Roo found his courage. Uttering a war cry, he charged Coyote and slashed him with talons and beak. He was vastly outmatched, but relied on his agility to keep Coyote at bay, all the time sounding the alarm and trying to drive the beast off. he could tell when a strike landed true, for his opponent would yip or snarl in surprise and anger.
Roo fought hard to save his flock and his life, but he was tiring. he began retreating to a pile of rubble in the center of the yard, hoping to use it as defense from the vicious snapping jaws of the angry Coyote.
Suddenly, Roo heard the sound he was hoping for. The back door and dog door flew open simultaneously, and the farmer, along with the hounds, erupted into the yard with barks and a flood of light. Coyote took one surprised look at the angry mob emerging from the house, and wisely fled the battle, with the hounds baying in pursuit. They had done it! The flock had been saved!
Roo was exhausted. he slumped down on the pile and just mumbled to himself incoherently. The Farmer calmed the hounds, and together he and his wife began to asses the toll of the carnage. 9 bodies in the yard. Many more missing, several wounded, including Roo. The blood on his beak and talons was a testament to the blows he managed to land on Coyote, but the losses were still great. In the end, 10 birds were killed, including one that was found the next morning over the wall in the green belt behind the house. 5 more were injured, one badly enough that the farmer sadly had to end her suffering. One seemed to recover from her wounds, but died a couple weeks later presumably from unseen injuries.
The next morning, The farmer brought Roo a dish of oatmeal and meal worms in thanks for his valiant efforts to save his flock.
"You're a good roo, little guy. You did everything you could to fight off the stupid coyote, and you're still here to talk about it. From now on, We're gonna call you Cluck Norris, because you are one hell of a fighter."
Cluck was indifferent to the name he was given, because he was just doing his job. the mealworm oatmeal was good though, so he was happy. Today, he proudly guards his flock still. It's not the same flock it was back then, girls have some and gone as the flock ebbed and flowed. He does his best to take care of everyone, and to always remain vigilant. After all, even Coyotes know to give Cluck Norris a wide berth.
Here ends this tale, but the story of Cluck Norris will go on. He is out there even now, watching and waiting in case he's needed again.
https://www.backyardchickens.com/th...chickens-and-got-hooked.1175251/post-19256741
What follows is a story I wrote because some other yoyo's on a totally unrelated forum asked me how he got his name. I've never shared it here, but here's Cluck's version of the story, in his own words (mostly).
Cluck's tale.
Gather around one and all and hear the tale of Cluck Norris, Defender of the flock.
Twas the wee early morning hours of the 22nd of November, in the year of our lord, 2017. The day had been uneventful for the rooster known as simply "Roo". Flapping, crowing, strutting, eating, and occasionally entertaining the ladies were his meat and potatoes in those days, for he lived an idle life of luxury. The humans with whom he and his flock lived provided well for the flock, and his girls were fat, full of eggs, and generally got along well together. Roo kept a wary eye on the house hounds, but they too were content to chase the flock in fun but not interested in making them a meal. He was content, and life was good. Things were so tranquil that the humans had even let them roost outside the coop the evening before, not shutting them in as they were wont to do.
Nothing seemed amiss that evening when the farmer came to check on everyone and top off feed and water, and again, he left the coop doors ajar, letting the flock come and go as they pleased. Even the youngest group of langshans, who were still secluded from the main flock in their youthful pen. Roo made sure his girls were all settled in, and then himself nestled down for a night's rest under the stars.
The night was crisp, but not overly cold, as was the norm in this desert community at this time of year. A slight breeze picked up late in the evening, gently billowing out the canvas covers on the day yard with a ruffled, booming sound. Little did Roo know that tonight was going to be a defining moment in his life, a night which would change everything.
The night was dark, barely any moon shone to light the yard. Downwind and over the wall, evil entered the yard. Silently, stealthily, the evil crept, keeping to the shadows to avoid detection. Padding across the yard on silent paws, Coyote, sentinel of death, was stalking the flock.
He struck swiftly, first grabbing the youngest Langshans, juveniles with no names. He went quickly, dispatching them quickly with very little cry. 6 Lives snuffed out, and bodies partially consumed as he feasted on his kill. It was only the beginning of a night of terror.
His next victims were the broody Wheaten Ameraucana known as Ginger, sitting a nest of eggs. Then the eggs, though he didn't take them, he just destroyed them. Ginger tried to fight back, and their struggles began to rouse the main flock in the largest coop. Roo came awake, but remained silent, listening. It was eerily silent in the yard, again, only the sound of the wind and the covers blowing among the noise of the urban jungle.
Then, atop the wall illuminated by the glow of lights behind, he saw him. Coyote had left, but now returned, hunting instincts ablaze, and looking for more kills. he dashed across the yard and thundered into the coop, waking the girls and flushing them from their roosts. Everyone tried to flee, including roo. Coyote pulled down Fuzzy the black silkie, then 2 black isbars in rapid succession. he wounded Olive the Marans mix, but she ducked out the coop door and fled into hiding. Birds were down everywhere, some dead, others dying, and others fleeing to the safety of the trees and thorny bushes in the yard.
Coyote grabbed Artemis, the Svart Hona, and was carrying her off when Roo found his courage. Uttering a war cry, he charged Coyote and slashed him with talons and beak. He was vastly outmatched, but relied on his agility to keep Coyote at bay, all the time sounding the alarm and trying to drive the beast off. he could tell when a strike landed true, for his opponent would yip or snarl in surprise and anger.
Roo fought hard to save his flock and his life, but he was tiring. he began retreating to a pile of rubble in the center of the yard, hoping to use it as defense from the vicious snapping jaws of the angry Coyote.
Suddenly, Roo heard the sound he was hoping for. The back door and dog door flew open simultaneously, and the farmer, along with the hounds, erupted into the yard with barks and a flood of light. Coyote took one surprised look at the angry mob emerging from the house, and wisely fled the battle, with the hounds baying in pursuit. They had done it! The flock had been saved!
Roo was exhausted. he slumped down on the pile and just mumbled to himself incoherently. The Farmer calmed the hounds, and together he and his wife began to asses the toll of the carnage. 9 bodies in the yard. Many more missing, several wounded, including Roo. The blood on his beak and talons was a testament to the blows he managed to land on Coyote, but the losses were still great. In the end, 10 birds were killed, including one that was found the next morning over the wall in the green belt behind the house. 5 more were injured, one badly enough that the farmer sadly had to end her suffering. One seemed to recover from her wounds, but died a couple weeks later presumably from unseen injuries.
The next morning, The farmer brought Roo a dish of oatmeal and meal worms in thanks for his valiant efforts to save his flock.
"You're a good roo, little guy. You did everything you could to fight off the stupid coyote, and you're still here to talk about it. From now on, We're gonna call you Cluck Norris, because you are one hell of a fighter."
Cluck was indifferent to the name he was given, because he was just doing his job. the mealworm oatmeal was good though, so he was happy. Today, he proudly guards his flock still. It's not the same flock it was back then, girls have some and gone as the flock ebbed and flowed. He does his best to take care of everyone, and to always remain vigilant. After all, even Coyotes know to give Cluck Norris a wide berth.
Here ends this tale, but the story of Cluck Norris will go on. He is out there even now, watching and waiting in case he's needed again.
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