Rising with the Roosters (and Grizzly Bob)

I enjoy waking up to the sound of roosters each morning; several of our neighbors have roosters, and at daybreak (or before) their crows echo across the fields that surround our house. Debra, on the other hand, has yet to hear the roosters crow. In fact, she claims - and I have no reason to doubt her - that she has never heard a rooster crow. Of course, hearing the roosters requires rising early in the morning, something she, being an extreme night person and preferring to sleep late, is unwilling (by her own confession) to do.

So I am alone am left each day to enjoy listening to the roosters and watching the sunrise. Well, that's not exactly true - our cat, Grizzly Bob, almost always is up as early as I am (if not earlier; sometimes he makes certain I do not sleep in). Rising with the roosters, I find the dawning of each new day an opportunity to learn or experience something new.

(Today's photo is of the sunrise this morning. Some smoke from distant wildfires still hangs in the Gallatin Valley, providing the colorful sunrise.)