Terrance was an early bird. Every morning at the break of dawn he greeted the sun with a jovial “hello, stranger” and readied his nest for the day ahead.
The sun’s arrival meant one thing; breakfast. Terrance flapped his way from tree to ground and began pecking away at the dew soaked earth, chasing down his meal before any of his neighbors even opened their eyes.
Terrance awoke early each day to get his pick of the finest worms in the yard. He would gloat about this ability even though he absolutely loathed the taste, smell, and sight of earthworms.