Winds of change
My occupation as a deer manager means that my inner clock alters along with the seasons. When I get up changes, but as roe deer like dawn as well as dusk I often have little choice but to rise early with the birds. Happily for me I am a morning person.
Granted it is a slow start and my eyes open independently; my right eye always delays until my left receives its first blurred vision of the day. I then manage to crawl out of my pit to gain my first view of the day in the mirror, which
