It is 8:30am. Hubby is in the loo, his usual issues. Another bird sings right now. Very few crows this morning. Just one a while back. I just made coffee. I am already dressed for the day. The morning walk was unenventful, nice. Billy is not eating this morning. The bird sings on. 

Another morning on the weekend

Another bird singing his lungs out

Another quiet waking up to silence earlier

Another crow just cawed in the hood