What are your morning rituals? What does the first hour of your day look like?
I am very much a morning person. My energy takes a dip in the afternoon and, by the evening, it’s not really worth trying to engage with me. (People still try, though I wish they wouldn’t.)
The start of my day is always spent with Louis Catorze; if he’s not badgering me fifty minutes before my alarm goes off, he soon appears when I go downstairs. However, now that we have entered the post-equinox era of brighter mornings – or at least they WERE bright, until the clocks went forward on Sunday – he is often outside. And, yesterday morning, my attention was drawn to the unmistakable, ear-splitting sound of a magpie’s throat-rattle.
Oh no. What with Catorze being an old man an’ all, I had half-forgotten his love of altercations with the local wildlife. Regretfully, Catorze had not forgotten.
I peered outside to see not one but two magpies, one perched on Family Next Door’s elderberry tree and the other on the telegraph poles behind our houses, cackling away. And Catorze was sat below them, not actually goading them (this time), but it seems that he didn’t need to do so. The mere fact that he was living, breathing and going about his daily business was enough to get them started.
So for the spring and summer, at least, the first hour of my day will be spent listening to a a cacophonous corvid chorus, praying that Catorze isn’t responsible, then going to investigate and having my hopes cruelly dashed.
I hope that your day starts more gently than mine, although the bar is pretty low so it’s likely that it does.
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