I rise early to start the day, walking down the lane to the barn. Before sunrise this morning at 6:45 a.m., I heard three flocks of turkeys responding to each other to the south and west of our place. They gobbled in flock choruses, their refrains carrying far because of the cold air. Between turkey gobbles, loud and many they were, coyotes howled and yipped. I don’t think the coyote had a kill, but were merely howling. Past the Dooley’s place, I heard a neighbor’s hound bay, and from the Dooley’s farmyard, a cock crowed. Ducks on the pond quacked and I heard them on Blue’s pond to the east of us, sounding friendly to each other, not alarmed. The sun lay below the horizon, slowly illuminating the sky, as I absorbed sounds of nature’s creatures, some wild, some not. I finished one chore and returned to the house, waiting for the horses to turn broadside, flankside to the sun as it rose, awaiting their grain and hay. Lilly the alpha mare will nicker when I enter the stables.