Franklin Crawford

 Lefty was a born horny rooster like the rest of them, but he was a good worker and a pal.  Now he's dead.

With people dying horrible deaths everywhere, there will be no crying here over spilt roosters, no visiting hours, and no further ceremony....... but Davey here will remember Lefty until he begins  to forget himself.
    Lefty's  father was a Leghorn and his mother a Rhode Island Red: a combination which produces chicks marked differently, male and female, right out of the egg.  Hen chicks for egg farms, rooster chicks to   six-week broiler ranches....otherwise into the grinder for feed-back or, in Lefty's case,  included in a small, cold weather shipment of chicks to keep  them warm .
        At a month or so old, he was one of the resolute roosters who up and left  the chicken house after the second time a  weasel or whatever it was got in and killed a few of the chickens. 
       Led by   the Red Star Dot, the little secessionist flock  moved up toward the house , and roosted every night  on  the deck-rail by my kitchen door......

  But hey, let's you and me go over to Dog's Plot, reheat the coffee  while other people move on to do the teaser, and I'll tell you about Lefty and these good roosters:  http://dogs-plot.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-remember-lefty.html

↑LONESOME DOVE: Juvenile dove misses mommy and daddy after city contractors raped and pillaged their home. Imagine doing that to a bird! Second image: The roadless traveler. A fine largely untrafficked road along the New Homo Sapiens golf course. We really needed a trail built here; why not just call it a sidewalk and we'll shuddup. 

TINY TOWN, USA –

A CITIZEN ASKS: Yo, why are you peoples harshin the city's mellow trail path for white people walkercise thing? And can't we name it afta a famous black person like Ron Artest?

Tiny Town responds to your responsible question with our own questions:

1) Don't we have a lot of potholes to fill? Doesn't it actually require a shovel to fill a pothole? 

2) Couldn't shovel-ready funds be put in reserve until a season when we weren't raping the natural flora and fauna? 

3) Why are we building a trail next to a little used road with that funny house at the end of it that keeps catching on fire? You'd think the fire department would have condemned it by now and gotten rid of it. 

It catches fire and the firemen stand around and attack it repeatedly with tons of water then talk about it instead of going back to the station to watch TV! Then THEY set it on fire again and the whole thing repeats itself -- that's the very definition of insanity!

[Yes, this does remind us of Ron Artest, the LA Lakers forward who still remains the only champion, black or white, to praise his psychiatrist in a post-game triumphant and nonsensical rant. We hired Ron immediately to take us out for sushi. His agent will get back to us about naming the road. We are with you, brutha. We can call you "brutha" mayn't we?] 

NOTE: The yet unburnt place in the back looks ok.

It needs a few windows but surely it would fetch a good price being right near the Pissant Waterfront Trail.

4) We do not understand why white people, in particular, are so attracted to waterways and biting insects that they will do and pay whatever it takes to get near these habitats.

5) What will become of the shopping cart graveyard -- will wise planners turn this eyesore into an art installation? Can we still get free mulch from the city mulch pile? Or will there some day be no such thing as a free mulch in Tiny Town?

DREAMS DEFERRED: These shopping carts had hopes, just like any other sentient being. Look ye, upon our works and weep. And hey -- isn't the net on that city hoop still in good shape? Someone should hop the fence and grab it. 

– Miriam Wickerstall, who does not fart, but "poots"

Solutions to Teaser No. 140 and 141 can be found under Arts & Entertainment to your left. Look below for Tinytown Teasers ~ click! ~ and while you're visiting, please do have a look around.