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Way "up nawth" in northern NH, where the snowdrifts are big enough to have their own zip codes, life on the farm comes with equal parts work, wonder, and comic relief. I’m Sandy Davis—farmer, storyteller, and frequent victim of livestock with too much personality. Here’s where I share the true (and mostly true) tales of everyday life on American Way Farm—the moments that inspired my book Between the Fenceposts.

Friday, January 15, 2010

Death Metal Rooster — Guess He Has a Lot to Crow About

I’ve heard a lot of roosters in my day—everything from the crack-of-dawn alarm clock variety to the ones who crow at midnight just to remind you that sleep is optional. But this guy? He’s in a league all his own.

Some creative genius out there decided to take a video of a rooster with the longest crow I've ever seen and pair it with death metal music—and the result is pure comedic brilliance. The first time I watched it, I nearly choked on my herb tea. This bird doesn’t just crow—he screams like he’s the lead singer for a band called Cluck Sabbath. The timing is perfect, the head tosses are right on beat, and that rooster sells every note like he’s about to go on world tour.

I’ve always said that chickens have personalities, but this one has a full-blown stage persona. You can almost see him throwing back his comb and belting out songs about corn rations, barnyard rebellion, and freedom from the frying pan. If there were pyrotechnics in the background, I wouldn’t have been surprised. Somewhere, a group of hens is probably his backup choir, clucking along in rhythm while the cows file in as his audience.

What makes it even better is how perfectly it captures the reality of farm life—chaotic, noisy, and hysterical in ways outsiders could never fully understand. Those of us who live it know that roosters take themselves very seriously. Every crow is an announcement, a declaration, and, in some cases, a warning to anyone within a five-mile radius. This video just gives that ego the soundtrack it always deserved.

So, turn up your speakers and enjoy the show. It’s proof that even in the barnyard, there’s room for rock ‘n’ roll—and that sometimes, the most unexpected performers steal the spotlight.

Rock on, feathered friend. You’ve officially redefined “cock-a-doodle-doom.”


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2 comments:

Lisa said...

I almost peed my pants laughing!

L Chappell said...

I'd say time for the pot, but I wonder.... Did he already get into the pot?