Wakey Wakey

Fluffy is comfy

I am woke up at three am by Fluffy, who wants to go out.  He tells me this by washing noisily, as he knows this is irritating and will wake me up.   At the top of the stairs, he stops so I can fuss the top of his head, then we descend.  First, he has a snack in the kitchen, then strolls to the front door and I'll let him out.  Sometimes, Poppy, our other cat, will come in as he goes out.  A "Cat Swap".

My next wake up is heralded by the chickens who squawk at the tops of their voices.  I ignore it for a while, then for the sake of my neighbours, get up, head out to the garden and let them out.  At the moment their dulcet tones call to me at five am. In the winter the chicken alarm clock wakes me at seven thirty.  They break their fast with layers pellets that I scatter on the lawn and peck away happily.

Poppy product testing a quilt

If Poppy was still out, she'll come in for breakfast, and maybe Fluffy will come in too.  They want breakfast. As it is light at this time of year, I am awake anyway, so a large mug of tea is in order and time to read or an hour or so before it is time to be busy.