10/25/2021
Are you really a warrior?
So with fall well under way I sit here in a drafty old farm house by the fireplace. Our ducks are wide awake because much like me they don’t sleep. The chickens are awake because the sun is slowly coming up and I must say with my rooster the yard is much quitter in a bad way.
I miss the little bastard but he died brave saving the hens from a dog. Chicken boo was definitely a rooster to the end.
Why am I talking about a Rooster when I mentioned being a warrior? Is my rooster vahalla ? ( of course not don’t be silly, but he would certain have kicked the ass of most of these so called warriors!) ? There is a rooster on the roof of Valhalla ( ok, but that’s not my rooster)!
I am talking about the two? Because being a warrior is an obsession for many wanna bees and posers, my Rooster was in a very real way a warrior.
Now before you start in with your bu****it understand what I am saying. Chicken boo the mighty lived and ultimately died for his flock. He did not care about what he was up against because he knew that any engagement may well end with his death. Chickens are not the toughest animals alive, they do not have too many weapons to use. A rooster has his beak, spurs and wings and a heart bigger than anything else you can name. They attack with an insane flying rush of f**k you.
In his short life he battled several cats ( who regretted challenging him), my blue heeler ( On two occasions, one was a serious fight that ended when I got there, the second was a game for the dog but not for chicken boo). I watched him fight off a flock of ducks as well, another bigger rooster.
Chicken boo’s life ended when one of my dogs got out and chased down a hen only for him to fly to her rescue and lead the dog away in the end she caught him by the neck and he died instantly, but he died doing what he was born to die protect the flock at the cost of his life.
Chicken boo was many things, mean and ornery were two of them. He was also fearless and a true warrior. He gave his life for what the meant the most to him. He strutted up and down the yard, crowing, and letting everyone know he was the man, because he was the man. And like any real man and warrior he was one till the final moment.
There is no Valhalla for roosters, a simply grave a good toast were how he is remembered. Chicken boo the mighty was the real deal. He was committed to his goal of protecting the hens, and seeing to their safety, the hen’s are committed to laying eggs, and keeping the flock of alive.
Worry less about the image and more about the goal. A community needs warriors but more importantly a real warrior needs a community.