The alarm is set for 7am, but honestly, it’s more of a hopeful gesture than a necessity. Fleck — our early‑rising ex‑farm dog — decides when the day begins. After two years on a working farm, he still believes dawn is a perfectly reasonable breakfast time. We’ve at least convinced him that 5am is not breakfast time, but he still insists on announcing the morning long before my alarm ever gets a chance. It’s usually John who braves the first descent downstairs, either volunta