Devon Days

Weighted calls drift across the morning sky and cats begin to stretch their licking legs. The milkman's horse sloths its way up Prospect Lane. And birds turn off their alarms and tune up their vocals whilst getting breakfast on for the kids. Distant dogs shout out 'What's all the noise?', boxing ear drums and shocking babies into crying out 'what's all the noise?' A fox skirts the hedgerows, bringing home night raider conversation in stoccato barks across frosted fallow fields. Badgers run the black-strip gauntlet as the day becomes a work in progress. The new sun challenges darkened corners and pavements full of night sweat that hold sway over no man's land. Farmers wives curse early morning spitting bacon, soothed by adding fresh eggs. The day raises a cheer for being one day closer to the privacy of darker mornings and one day closer to a change of early morning calls.