You can find out a little more about Mike at The Official Mike the Headless Chicken Coop, which is basically a promotional tool for the annual Fruita celebration.  The site does have some basic information and some related materials. 


The most complete reference on Mike can be found in the book The Official Mike the Headless Chicken Book by Teri Thomas (2000, Fruita Times).  Written in cooperation with the Olsen’s grandson Troy Waters, this book is filled with photographs, stories, letters, and everything else that one would want to know about Miracle Mike.  At nearly 100 pages, this book is an excellent source and is well worth reading.   

Four excellent photographs of Mike are featured in the October 22, 1945 issue of Life Magazine. The article is titled “Headless Rooster - Beheaded chicken lives normally after freak decapitation by ax” and can be found on pages 53-54. 

A brief overview on Mike's life can be found on page 2 of the May 13, 1999 issue of The Edmonton Sun. The article is titled “First Light/Something Bright to Start Your Day”. 

As strange as it may sound, the article “Dust Mites are Mighty Hard to Get Rid Of” contains a discussion about where the phrase "running around like a chicken with its head cut off" comes from. Of course, Headless Mike is mentioned as an example. Check out the February 27, 1998 issue of the Denver Rocky Mountain News (page 2D) for more information.

The May 11, 1999 issue of the Denver Post features an excellent article titled “Town celebrates headless critter of the '40s” by Nancy Lofholm. The follow-up article “Fruita remembers Mike” can be found in the May 17th issue. These articles were originally obtained from the paper’s web site, but are no longer available. 






He really was a chicken running around with his head cut off.

The e-mail message seemed innocent enough.  A reader simply asked "Ever heard of the story posted here at this link?" and offered a hyperlink to another web page.  I clicked and came across a story that I was sure had to be pure fiction. The only problem is that the story appears to be totally true. 

This is the story about Mike the chicken. Mike, of course, was not your ordinary chicken. No, not ordinary at all. You see, Mike was a headless chicken. If you want to be really specific, Mike was actually a headless Wyandotte rooster. 

I should point out that Mike wasn't always a headless bird. In fact, he was born 100% normal, complete with a head (most normal chickens have one of these) in Fruita, Colorado. 

On September 10, 1945, Mike's short five-and-a-half month life was about to take a turn for the worse. On this day, Mike received a death sentence. His owners, Lloyd and Clara Olsen, decided that it was time to slaughter a group of birds, some to sell and to prepare others for themselves.  Out to the hen house they went…

Watch out Mike! 

As you can probably imagine, Mr. Olsen was the one whacking the heads off while Clara plucked and cleaned the birds. 

Bash! Down came the ax and off went Mike's head. 

Mike's head was surely dead. Mike's body was not. 

Now I know what you are thinking - it is well known that chickens will run around frantically when their heads are chopped off.  That's probably where that old expression comes from. And, everyone knows that a headless chicken just can't survive more than a few moments. 

Apparently, Mike forgot to read the rulebook for playing the game of Life. His head may have been lying on the floor, but he had no problem standing up and strutting around as if nothing had actually happened.   The next day, Mike was still flopping around, so Lloyd decided to feed him to see how long he could keep the bird alive.  Day after day he continued to gain weight. 

Mike could easily balance himself on the highest perches without falling. His crowing consisted of a gurgling sound made in his throat. Mike even attempted to preen his feathers with his nonexistent head (apparently he never noticed). It seems that Mike could do just about anything that any other chicken could do, if you exclude all of the functions of his head. 

As I'm sure you can imagine, headless chickens are not an everyday event. In the tradition of that famous huckster Barnum, there was money to be made in this oddity.   A promoter by the name of Hope Wade came along and convinced Lloyd that Mike would be a big draw in the sideshow circuit.  Miracle Mike, as he soon came to be known, toured up and down the West Coast of the United States.  Just six weeks after his beheading, Mike was featured in a Life magazine article and his fame grew.  For just 25 cents, anyone could pay to get a look at Mike. At the height of his popularity, Mike was raking in a cool $4,500 per month, which was no small potatoes in those days.  They probably would have thrown in his head as a bonus - it was stored in a canning jar and toured along with Mike.  (Actually, a cat ate Mike’s head.  Some other poor chicken’s head was pickled in the jar.)

And, if there was money to be made, there were also copycats. Other people in Mike's hometown began to chop the heads off of their own chickens in an attempt to get in on the scheme. One copycat headless rooster was named Lucky and he managed to live for eleven days before bashing himself into a stovepipe and dying (Lucky wasn't that lucky after all). Several other headless chickens lived for a couple of days. 

So how was Mike able to survive? Scientists examined him and determined that Mr. Olsen had not done a very good job at chopping Mike's head off.  Most of the head was actually removed, but one ear remained intact. The slice actually missed the jugular vein and a clot prevented him from bleeding to death. Apparently, most of a chicken's reflex actions are located in the brain stem, which was also largely untouched.  Mike was also examined by the officers of several humane societies and was declared to have been free from suffering. 

Through his open esophagus, Mike was fed a mixture of ground up grain and water with your typical eyedropper. Little bits of gravel were dropped down his throat to help his gizzard grind up the food.

One serious problem that Mike commonly experienced was that he would start to choke on his own mucus.  The Olsens came up with the simple solution of using a syringe to suck the mucus out.  But, one day tragedy struck.  Mike was traveling back home to Fruita and was roosting with the Olsens in their Phoenix motel room.  They heard Mike choking in the middle of the night and quickly realized that they had left the syringe at the sideshow the day before.  Miracle Mike was no more. 

The exact date of Mike’s belated departure from this world was never recorded.  Years later, it was estimated, based on Lloyd’s information, that Miracle Mike died in March of 1947.  Eighteen months living without a head could be considered a world’s record.  Yet, Lloyd didn’t want to admit that he had accidentally killed the bird, so he claimed that he had sold the bird off.  This little white lie is the reason that many of the stories printed about Mike claimed that he was still touring the country as late as 1949. 

But wait, the story is not over! Mike actually has his own holiday! On May 17, 1999, Mike's hometown of Fruita held the first "Mike the Headless Chicken Day" in honor of one of its most famous citizens.  Some of the events included the 5K Run Like a Headless Chicken Race, egg tosses, Pin the Head on the Chicken, the Chicken Cluck-Off, and the classic Chicken Dance. The food offerings included - you guessed it - chicken, chicken salad, and the like. Let's not forget the great game of Chicken Bingo in which the numbers were chosen by where chicken droppings fell on a numbered grid. 

If you are interested, Mike the Headless Chicken Day is an annual event. As peculiar as it is to describe, it actually sounds like a great time.  And it’s all done in celebration of the life of one lucky bird named Miracle Mike. 

Useless? Useful? I'll leave that for you to decide. 

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