Home to Roost Rush Limbaugh was a very good rooster. A true Americana Easter-Egger. Like his namesake, he had a compulsive attraction to fresh manure. Innately drawn to it, he would fearlessly assay those steaming piles and, if found worthy, issue a raucous benediction to convene his always hungry flock. That iconic behavior had earned him his name. But unlike his namesake, he was elseways a pretty good bird, steady and predictable, who called attention to himself only in selfless service, which made his recent behavior stand a bit proud.