Tiny Satellites
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
STENCH, N.Y. – Formerly known as The Raven Hill Hospital; The Whispering Walls Apartment Complex offers un-natural amenities in the heart of Stench’s sub-cultural district. Current occupants are primarily students from the music school and the drug addled. The constant music from student rehearsals drifting through the halls gives the residence an air of being in the climactic moment of a crapass James Cameron movie. 
