SPECIAL EDITION: THE TWELVE LABORS OF HERACLEs
While we’ve been taking it easy during the holidays (sarcasm alert), Heracles has done anything but. He embarks on his sixth labor, today.
Now, to be perfectly honest, our hero, who has grown less and less like the Kevin Sorbo Hercules I grew up with (here for your viewing pleasure), has had it easy the past couple of labors. No life or death situations that he didn’t bring on himself, no feats of glory, no women-throwing-themselves-at-him type deeds. But that all changes...
...With scaring away a flock of birds.
Wait. What? My three year old can do that. Why on earth does that require the services of a spoiled man-god-child?
Hang on. Hang on. It gets better. The plot thickens, as any good Greek myth does.
These birds are the Stymphalian birds from Arabia. Man-eaters. Yup. Makes it a little more interesting, don’t you think?
Anyways, this man-eating flock of birds was so large it covered an entire lake. Heracles was starting to sweat this labor a bit. I mean, c’mon, it’s not like he could club an entire flock at once or shoot them down with arrows before they attacked, right?
Thankfully, his galpal Athena gave him what has to be the original noisemaker, made in the good ole Mount Olympus. You have Hephaistos, god of the forge, to thank for those annoying clappers at sports games, btw.
So Heracles concealed himself (read: hid) on a mountain and used his new noisemaker to scare the man-eating birds into the air, then shot them with a bow and arrow as they took flight.
Sixth labor, done.
Anyone up for some chicken?
(I especially like the panther in this video...)