In 2009, I published my first children's book, Coyotes in the Kitchen. A delightful tale of a child's late night adventures in her mother's kitchen. Shortly after writing that story, I was inspired to write another.
The next story, Norman Attacks is based on actual real life events. The cover is clearly a teaser, a sampling if you will, of the roustabout tale that lies within its pages.
I find it quite intriguing when a story is claimed to have been based on "true events". I wonder what events in the story are actually true.
In the case of Norman Attacks, the outrageous and somewhat comical events that led up to the creation of this book, did in fact take place.
First, a little history. I live in a rural community in southeastern
. Each day when
I step outside I am greeted with the beauty of the
majestic Colorado Rocky Mountains,
the rustling of the aspen leaves, a crisp blue sky and the crow
of our rooster.
It is idyllic, mostly. Although from time to time some of the Shangri-La feeling is slightly shattered by the unending escapades of our rooster, Norman.
While he is quite adept at keeping our hens safe, heralding in the morning hour (24/7) and strutting his stuff like a runway model.
is also quite
Webster defines rambunctious thus: unruly, noisy, very active, and hard to control, usually as a result of excitement or youthful energy. A perfect description of our
Our Norman wasn't always this way, chasing everything and everyone in sight. He grew into it over time.
came to us as most chickens do, in a
box with dozens of other three-day old baby chicks. Small and active
little balls of yellow fluff on two legs, Norman
was just a little chicken. Norman
He did as the others did, ate voraciously, chirped incessantly and ran for the warmth of the huddle.
We never paid him any mind, really. He grew along with the other chickens, ran through the yard and perched in the juniper tree.
Then one day, it happened. The unmistakable cock-a-doodle-doo which signals that the rooster has arrived.
And arrive he did. Once
found his voice,
he also found his destiny. He was no longer just another hen in the yard,
he was the KING. Norman
This reality came easily to him.
liked being the king. He was now the overseer of the hens, first to
examine the food and the cheerleader for his little team of egg layers. Norman
It all seemed like country living perfection.
It was never our intent to have a rooster! We thought, chickens. Cool! Fresh eggs.
It was all very Currier and Ives,
kind of stuff. When you add the reality of a rooster to the mix, the
entire story changes and this, dear readers is where our story begins. Americana
Strong and heavy, he would have been a welcomed addition to any dinner table.
also grew into a handsome bird. Norman
Being a well-fed and freely ranged Rhode Island Red,
sported iridescent plumage to rival a peacock, a 4-H kids dream. He
became a remarkable character. Idyllic, idolic, or, not so much. Norman
took his position in life very
seriously. He guarded the hens, to the fight. It is the fight part
that took some getting used to. Norman
When you step outside each morning to take in the beauty of your mountain home, the last thing you expect is to be charged by a psychotic rooster.
But, it happens. And you shriek, run in the house and question your sanity at the notion that for one second you had the slightest clue as to what it takes to raise livestock.
The classic "what was I thinking" thought thunders through your mind as you stare out the window at a seven pound creature and wonder if you will ever be able to enjoy your yard again.
We did go outside again, each day, but is was with much trepidation.
Let me add another detail to the story.
was not the only adolescent in our household. Our three children were 9,
11 and 13 years of age. They enjoyed the Norman mountain outdoors, enjoyed playing
in the yard, climbing trees and relaxing with our dog, Andy. Colorado
Each morning, bright and early, the children would head out the kitchen door, walk down the sidewalk and through the front gate to catch the bus for school. A classic image in the mind of the average American.
If only that would have been the scenario for us. For you see, the image and recorded memory in the neural banks of our children was something else. Something quite Hitchcockian.
He exercised his rule over his land by charging anyone entering or attempting to leave what had been commonly known as "our yard". The scenario went something like this; kiss mom & dad and wish them a nice day, grab your coat & backpack, step out the kitchen door and run screaming down the sidewalk until you reach the front gate and the safety of the driveway outside the fence.
Did I mention the screaming? That was a crucial part of what had now become our morning ritual. This went on for many days, weeks even.
Variations to the run and scream ritual were added. One being that of throwing empty cardboard boxes over your shoulder while running to the gate. Quite comical in a twisted sort of way.
Our otherwise Rockwellian life was turning into a Hitchcokian chamber of horrors.
It was during one of these morning rituals that
actually got his name. Our youngest child seemed most intimidated by Norman 's attacks. Norman
On one particular morning she headed out, alone, unescorted by her older siblings and unarmed with cardboard boxes to throw and divert the beast.
As she began her trek to the front gate,
approached at a runners gait. She reacted, running and screaming. Norman
It was the screaming that caught everyones attention. For it could be likened to the scream of Lila Crane as she fights off her attacker, eventually falling to her death in the 1960's horror film, Psycho.
Those of us who had remained in the house that morning heard only the scream, immediately made the movie reference and
was thusly named. Norman
Based on these "true events" and because of our fondness for the truly remarkable creature that
become, the story Norman Attacks was born. Norman
As with any arch rival, there is always an equalizing counterpart and
definitely found his. But to tell you that would be a spoiler. Norman
So, I encourage you to read Norman Attacks when it arrives in bookstores and online this fall.