It doesn't happen too often, but when I can't sleep and get up early, I think about Aldo Leopold's habit of making a pot of coffee and stepping out on the porch with his notebook in hand. He would sit and drink his morning joe while documenting which birds woke first and where they claimed their territory for the day.
Instead of paying respects to our feathered freinds as Leopold did, I will likely trudge to my office and do some paperwork for the farm. But if I get it done in time, I will take a few minutes to put a coat of lacquer on some arrows and do my morning blank bale practice. The birds will still be singing their approval of the morning and I can take in a bit of their avian gossip before heading off for morning chores.
I am already dreaming of cool fall days and crispy leaves.