mornings

I like fall and winter mornings when everything is hushed and dark, and you (if you are a morning person) can see the day slowly emerging and taking shape.  Here, the moment you stir, Daisy the cat (aka queen of the house) will start her morning meowing song.  She has radar hearing, you see, and the moment you set a foot outside your bedroom door, she will hurl herself at top speed down the stairs.  She keeps up her singing until she is fed, wherein her purr kicks in (and it's a loud, and gratifying one) .  

'Ooh, turn that flash off, will you?'  (morning people don't always take very artistic pictures when it's too early).

Scout the farm dog, who sleeps on the doormat right outside the back door, has his own way of greeting the mornings too.  He likes to sing for his breakfast by letting out his famous 'morning howl'.  He is promptly shushed and fed.  It's his favourite time of day- that, and belly scratching time.

When you step outside, you will see that the horses are already waiting to be fed.  The moment they see you, they will let out their soft nickering sounds.  Such velvety sounds on a foggy morning.

Shane (the other farm dog) always supervises the feeding of the horses, then eats his own breakfast.  It's a carefully choreographed routine, and he wouldn't want to deviate from it.

Scout feels no need to supervise (he likes to delegate most tasks) and tucks in right away. 

Those are the sights and sounds of mornings here (and I'm excluding the human animals, because they are not very melodic in the morning, as you can imagine).  It's nice to be greeted so enthusiastically when I wake up.

Even if it's just a case of 'cupboard love'!