I find that there are different types of morning person: those who stay in bed as long as possible then rise and frantically shower, dress, eat and run, or those who get up earlier than is required so that they can slowly wake, enjoy breakfast and (hopefully) head out to work in a reasonably calm state of mind. Personally, I fall into the latter, not at all being able to just get up and go.
One benefit of this is that I have time to check on things. At this time of year I am taking a peek at the seeds that I’ve sown, counting the days from sowing to germination. Then, having had a shower and eaten, I return to bed. Now, dear reader, this is not laziness on my part. Rather I lie and listen to the birdsong. We have arrived at the time of year when at 6am the birds are starting to sing their hearts out and there is no better way to prepare for the commute than to absorb some of those varied and magical melodies.
I am no ornithologist and I am not yet able to determine from which bird a song emanates; however, I am determined to learn and hopefully listening and identifying will soon become second nature.