What sort of life is this when a poor old bugger can’t even lie in bed? The bloody kookaburras set up a racket of laughter at 6:00am. Then the damned black cockies start their shrieking and the whip birds, well I only wish that I could crack a whip like that.
Now the sun is shining so fiercely that everyone has to sit outside for breakfast. And speaking of food, some lousy little critter ate the piece of bread that I left on the table last night. I shouldn’t complain ‘cos he saved me from having to put it in the bin, but did he have to leave his muddy little footprints behind?
itchingforhitching 
6am – I’d love to sleep in that late… we’re always awake by 5am.
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Well life is tough, you just have to grit your teeth and bear it!
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🙂
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😂
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I feel your pain. Its lovely to hear the birds doing what they do but not that early. Seriously, don’t they ever have a lay in too?Or just a quiet non-squaky morning sometimes?
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Can we teach them?
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This post made me giggle, and I needed to do so on this day of briskly falling October snow in my small town that usually doesn’t see snow until Halloween. Thanks for making me laugh.
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You’re welcome. And just remember when you are getting snow we’re basking in sunshine…
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I love the way you describe this!!! Awesome
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