Top 'o the morn
July 3, 2008 · Updated 1:04 PM
"Breakfast looking out over a wide swath of lawn dappled with golden leaves that tell us autumn has arrived. An apple tree still holds her arms full of late ripening apples and roses have given up for the year.A little red tool house harbors two ducks, five hens and a rooster.Sir Rooster is the boss of the duck-hen entourage which includes four crows at mealtimesNever was a male bird more positive in his directions.Sir Rooster struts about the yard, directing, imposing, resplendent in his red-trimmed coat and letting the world know he is omnipotent. His hens do their duty: lay eggs; dig for worms and say Yes, Sir! regularly.So far we haven't seen a hen applaud Sir Rooster's crowing, but their demeanor is positive.When God made man to be the head of the household (and responsible for their behavior) he made, among the birds, the rooster as an example.When Adam departed from this position for a brief moment to taste the forbidden fruit, he paid for his actions. It gave Eve an opening that may or may not have seemed a blessing. But probably God knew that in the thousands of years ahead it would be a problem for humanity.Eden didn't have a mayor at that time, but we can imagine the election debates that could have gone on. To eat apples or not. It's up to her to decide. Not my fault except that I wanted to please her - An apple a day - I'll let you know how good it is.But back to the rooster.We had chickens as pets while growing up. The hens had names and our Mary Lee had a special pet named Plury which rode on her bicycle handlebars.She rode to meet her father as he came home from work. He would say, Hello, Plury and the little white hen would say Cluck, cluck. She knew him, too.But the rooster was boss of the pen. A long wide board led upward from the chicken house and Red Rooster would stand at the top and crow to let everyone know he was there.One cold frosty morning he finished his crowing before coming down to the pen. The frost was slick and Red Rooster hit the top on his rear and slid to the bottom. The hens were upset. Red Rooster was more than upset. Here he was, a bundle of feathers flopping wildly in the pen, when he should have been entering his household with dignity!We can see him yet.The hens went their way, laying eggs, rearing the chicks, clucking, being hens. And hiding a chicken chuckle when they thought of their Lord and Master sliding down the hen house ramp. Which should be something for men to remember, too. Not only roosters. The ramp is always there. Life can be beautiful, why ain't it? "