I usually wake up around five and even though it's still dark out, I go and sit with my coffee by the kitchen window until the sun comes up. I have this time to myself until a big fat cat decides to emerge and look out the garden window while I prepare her breakfast.
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Never was, except for the necessity of work. But the two cats I now serve get me up at 5 am for breakfast and to go out. I must admit, I usually go back to bed until 7 or 8, but still wind up fully engaged much earlier than my past norm.
Of course, going to bed with the chickens these days helps immensely. Figuratively. I gave up on urban chickens after the racoons massacred my flock.
