Chicken. State Bird.

Wow. This is wrong on so many levels. A restaurant owner in Augusta, Georgia, has taken up an important cause on behalf of the people of this fair state. Currently, the state bird is the brown thrasher. That's this little guy (or gal) right here:

 

According to my research, the brown thrasher is state bird because the garden ladies, who are so wonderful at getting things done, got it done.

But now, rallying against those fine women is Chris Cunningham, who owns eight Wife Saver restaurants in Georgia and South Carolina.

I could just stop there. 

So anyway, Cunningham thinks the state bird ought to be the chicken. Yes, that's right. The chicken. As in cluck, cluck, cockadoodle doo. As in Henny Penny. But here, let Cunningham tell you:

 It's a pretty bird, nothing against the brown thrasher, but the chicken brings millions of dollars.

'People need to get online, call us, get a yard sign, ask for a t-shirt, do something,' Cunningham said. 'I just want to see how people think about it, and maybe the legislators might listen to us. At last the chicken will get a little respect out of the deal.'

 Yeah. I'm thinking Foghorn Leghorn and his peeps at the chicken factory farm would be so much happier if only they had some respect along with their hormone-spiked birdseed and two-cubic-inch cages.

I will say, though, that I'm touched at how Cunningham got the idea.  

 My wife and I, we sit on the patio and have a cocktail and we were sitting there thinking, ‘what a waste.' The brown thrasher is the state bird, and what's it ever done for the state of Georgia?

And I bet chickens all over Georgia have a major resentment over this terrible injustice. I know I would.

DISCLAIMER: I eat chicken. But I feel guilty about it. Really!