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I spent four years of my youth growing up on a farm. While we had numerous types of animals and crops, the most common critter was the chicken. We had to raise them, farm their eggs, kill 'em, pluck 'em, all as part of chores. It was vile. Such over-exposure made me avoid them like the plague for years. I'm better about them these days. My older sister has some as pets at her surburban house and they're actually quite cool. My dad raises them too, once again having some farm-ish property in Missouri these days.

So, mostly to amuse my sister and dad, here... have a Death Metal Rooster.


(and as a bonus for parrot lovers, don't worry -- parrots are plenty Metal too!)


Both links are safe-for-work, funny, and should be played loud. :)

Date: 2010-02-04 11:56 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] gafennec.livejournal.com
Metal or mental? :) Every chicken I have had the 'pleasure' to know that wasn't for dinner was completely mental. my grandfather used to raise chicks for agriculture groups like Perdue. The easy part was feeding them. Reloading chutes at the top of the coop for a gravity feed system then opening the door periodically (manually, the only electricity was for the lights), but the less fun job was removing the dead chickens that had died over night. (Usually something had startled the chickens and they stampeded to one spot crushing one or two.)

Date: 2010-02-05 12:01 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] tugrik.livejournal.com
Oh, chickens are definitely mental. And unlike the ones you describe, the ones I saw around were able to survive most anything. Being chickens, they'd get into most anything, so this was a fortunate circumstance for them...

Date: 2010-02-05 12:10 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] gafennec.livejournal.com
I think the big part of the problem with the chickens on my Gfather's farm was they were all brought in as chicks and there was no adult birds to teach them how to do stuff.

But God help you if you leave any sort of escape route open for them. Which I am proud to say never happened on my watch. :)

Date: 2010-02-05 03:07 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mythos-amante.livejournal.com
I LOLED!!!!!!! SRSLY!!!!!!!!

Date: 2010-02-05 12:01 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] twentythoughts.livejournal.com
Funnily, the letter that best describes the rooster sound is ØØØØØØØØØØØØ!

Date: 2010-02-05 12:41 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] thrashbear.livejournal.com
That first one was full of win, I actually LOL'ed hardcore :p

And if you're looking for "Avian-core", look no further than (I shit you not)..."Hatebeak":


Date: 2010-02-05 01:13 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] tombfyre.livejournal.com
Hur hur hur, good vids there chief. I too had all sorts of fun on various farms at a younger age. I remember this one farm I frequented for several summers. One of the hens was lovingly referred to as the Velociraptor Chicken. The damn thing would RAR at you, hiss, peck, and all sorts of other nasty things if you tried to take its eggs.

Date: 2010-02-05 01:51 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] flipperanubi.livejournal.com
I could never raise chickens. Once it came time to cut he head off my cock, i'd be running for the hills.

Date: 2010-02-05 10:58 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] schnee.livejournal.com
Wow. I've seen singers in metal bands get cocky before, but this one takes the cake. ;)

Date: 2010-02-05 01:42 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] murakozi.livejournal.com
I've never had any real issues with chickens, though I've only been around pet ones and small flocks on little farms, never the big industrial farms.

Now roosters. Sheesh. They're the assholes of the barnyard.

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