Rush the Magnificent Roo

[cactus-hen]

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.

 

[GraceAK]

 

[cactus-hen]

Mrs. McGurdy flew through her kitchen, her basket of yet undated eggs making a bumpy landing on the breakfast table as she navigated the shortest course about it towards her computer in the far corner of that room. Her 'Chicken People' had to hear about this.

She reached over the chair and lanced the 'on' button. With one eye locked on the morphing screen, she backed away to find, for her racing mind, sufficient maneuvering room to reconcile what she had seen with what she knew. Her hands brailed about some quest of their own.