Is a Headless Chicken Stupid?

If you ever need confirmation of the stupidity of the human race, the place to  look is at the search queries people use. For a while I was jealous of Kim’s “lifespan of a pickled egg,” but I then got my own really stupid query last week: life span of headless chicken. Once again, I could feel superior in the stupidity department.  

Until I investigated. If you click on the search link above, you’ll find that my blog is second on the list; number one is a link to www.thelongestlistofthelongeststuffatthelongest domainnameatlonglast.com. So of course, I clicked on the link. Who wouldn’t? 

This is the go-to place for information about longest stuff, like the longest female beard ever (Way to go, Vivian!), the longest parasite (Kudos to Sally Mae Wallace!), or the world’s longest dog tongue (Good girl, Brandy!). It’s at this very informative site that I discovered that my stupid search query might not be so stupid after all.

As it turns out, the longest life span of a headless chicken is eighteen months.

In Fruita, Colorado, on September 10 1945, farmer Lloyd Olsen was sent out to kill a chicken for dinner. His mother-in-law loved to eat the neck, so Mr. Olsen tried to chop off as little of the neck as possible. With a swing of his axe, off came the head. The chicken, now known as ‘Mike the Headless Chicken’, started to run around as chickens do, but never stopped.

And when Mike did finally keel over, it was, by all accounts, an untimely death.

Mike finally died in 1947, after living for 18 months. He started choking in the middle of the night, and since the Olsen’s left the syringes they used to clear his esophagus at the sideshow, they could not save him.

Who knows how long Mike might have lived were it not for the unfortunate choking incident, although some might say he was already living on borrowed time.

Mike the Headless Chicken has a song written for him. You can listen to it sung or you can just read the lyrics. I suggest the latter option.

The Cluck Stops Here: The Ballad of Mike the Headless Chicken

©2006, Julianne Mangin, Carol E. Rand

INTRO:
Mike the headless
Mike the headless
Mike the headless chicken! (2x)

He was just another nameless chicken
Scratching in his barnyard pen
Nothing much to live for
Just some food, and a little hen
He didn’t know what a hatchet was
Or what a skillet was for
But one false whack of the farmer’s axe
Made him a metaphor

CHORUS:
MIKE! MIKE! MIKE! MIKE!
Mike the headless chicken
Mike the headless chicken
Mike the headless chicken
Mike the headless chicken*
(*leave off the last word, in the final chorus)

Mike the headless chicken
Lost his head but found his fame
Mike the headless chicken
That’s why he got a name
He was headed for the kitchen
When fortune made its strike
How could they cook a chicken
As remarkable as Mike?

CHORUS

Even folks from far away
Knew the chicken who survived
Mike traveled the sideshow circuit
In 1945
Kept alive by an eyedropper
Food and water down his gullet
He even gained a couple of pounds
Now that’s a healthy pullet

CHORUS

Eighteen months without a head
Was enough for Miracle Mike
He didn’t even get a headstone
I can’t imagine why
He lived and died in the forties
Times were different then
Yet now we have celebrities
With no more brains than him

CHORUS (last)

The song may be stupid; I’m guessing the headless chicken was stupid. But apparently the query wasn’t.

Meme is the Theme or So It Seems

I’ve been tagged again with the seven random thing meme. I would have just skipped it, except that Gummby said this about me:

[She] probably doesn’t do memes, but I just gotta try. Just think of it: 7 random things from one of the most deliberate bloggers in the ‘sphere—how could you not want to see that?

That’s like a challenge or something isn’t it? He thinks I can’t do random, doesn’t he? He thinks I’m spontaneity challenged! Well I’ll show him! I came up with random things yesterday and I’ll come up with random things again today. In fact, I’ll put in on my schedule and come up with random things … oh never mind.

The idea is to list 7 random facts/habits about myself.

1. I like Hank Williams and Willie Nelson. Don’t think less of me.
   
2. I almost never have my hair cut professionally because I won’t be satisfied with the job done. Instead I rope an unsuspecting kid and force them to cut my hair. I still might not be satisfied with that job, but at least I didn’t pay for it.
3. I have a pair of binoculars beside me as I type this. They are for spying into my neighbour’s yards…to see what birds are hanging out there.
4. I have very short toes and one of my little toes has almost no nail. There is a possibility I’ve used this fact in one of the other random memes I’ve done, because as I typed that, I had a bizarre feeling of deja vu.
5. The first web page I check every morning is this one.
6. I have a natural drive to win every argument at any cost. Even when I’m wrong.
   
7. You know those women who can multi-task? I’m not one of them, which is why I left the oven on after I took supper out tonight and then left it on while I typed items 1-6 of this list. How’s that for spontaneity?
   

What is the invisible church?

The invisible church is the whole number of the elect, that have been, are, or shall be gathered into one under Christ the head.[1] 

1. Eph. 1:20, 22-23

   …that he worked in Christ when he raised him from the dead and seated him at his right hand in the heavenly places… .
   
   

   And he put all things under his feet and gave him as head over all things to the church, which is his body, the fullness of him who fills all in all.

   
   John 10:16

     And I have other sheep that are not of this fold. I must bring them also, and they will listen to my voice. So there will be one flock, one shepherd.

   
   John 11:52

   …and not for the nation only, but also to gather into one the children of God who are scattered abroad.

Westminster Larger Catechism, Question 64