Daylight breaks awfully early these days. I try to get outside before
Wynonna and the chickens wake up, but sometimes I'm late.
Edith has no patience for slackers.
If she gets up before I do,
she flies to the top of the fence and waits for her breakfast.
Edith: You're late. Don't let it happen again.
She could hop down into Wynonna's stall but seems to know better.
Edith poses with her alter ego.
Edith: She could just open that flap door and let me out, but noooooo...
She'd rather see me attempt to leap off this tall building so she can get a picture for her blog.
There's a reason Edith is anxious to get into the yard. I'll save that part of the story for tomorrow.