Cotton pickin' robins over did their cheer this morning. I don't think the worms are even out at 4 but those chirruping little choristers were and must have contacted all their buddies to serenade us. We leave our bedroom windows open to listen to the creek or we wouldn't have heard them so clearly. Naturally, they woke little Cleo who had to go out and investigate the ruckus and conned Gypsy into getting up, too. Eventually, the birds shut up and I got the pups settled back in bed and we all slept in so it was all good.
The people came to look at out place yesterday after we got home from signing the documents for our land purchase. Wouldn't that be nice if this sold right away? We'd be singing along with the robins!