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Just get up before sunrise, sit by the window, and listen your yard come to life?
In the dark just before dawn I start my day at 4:50 am. As I make my way to the light switch, I always hear an owl call, "Who?"
'Just me', I think to the owl.
Then I hear my dog's tags jingle as he comes awake.
'Just me,' I think to the dog.
Then Stan the Man crows in the darkness.
'Just me,' I think to the rooster.
This morning I sat and listened instead of charging out the back door to start the chores.
A Mockingbird called.
'Who?" said the Owl.
'Me!' crowed Stan.
Hunting dogs bayed in the distance and the morning slowly continued to come to life.
Crows started shouting. Bluejays challenged the Mockingbirds.
'Who?" said the Owl.
A deer snorted. The mist gathered.
A Red-tail called to the sun.
'Who?" called the Owl.
The Crows began to gather and make plans to attack the hawk.
The mist continued to rise.
The Mockingbirds really began to sing. The silence was sudden and loud just as the sun peeked over the horizon as if the birds where holding their breath.
Joyous bird-song filled the air. Mourning doves called softly. Crows shouted at the hawk who shrieked in dismay. Cardinals tweeted as Wrens twitted.
'Who?' said the Owl.
'Just me,' I thought and went out to greet the morning.

In the dark just before dawn I start my day at 4:50 am. As I make my way to the light switch, I always hear an owl call, "Who?"

'Just me', I think to the owl.
Then I hear my dog's tags jingle as he comes awake.
'Just me,' I think to the dog.
Then Stan the Man crows in the darkness.
'Just me,' I think to the rooster.
This morning I sat and listened instead of charging out the back door to start the chores.
A Mockingbird called.
'Who?" said the Owl.
'Me!' crowed Stan.
Hunting dogs bayed in the distance and the morning slowly continued to come to life.
Crows started shouting. Bluejays challenged the Mockingbirds.
'Who?" said the Owl.
A deer snorted. The mist gathered.

A Red-tail called to the sun.
'Who?" called the Owl.
The Crows began to gather and make plans to attack the hawk.
The mist continued to rise.

The Mockingbirds really began to sing. The silence was sudden and loud just as the sun peeked over the horizon as if the birds where holding their breath.

Joyous bird-song filled the air. Mourning doves called softly. Crows shouted at the hawk who shrieked in dismay. Cardinals tweeted as Wrens twitted.
'Who?' said the Owl.
'Just me,' I thought and went out to greet the morning.

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