Apparently I can’t even take Sunday to sleep in a little later. Not only do all the house birds start yelling for breakfast when I’m still wanting to sleep, but when I do get up and open the curtain on to the deck, I find two very annoyed Stellar Jay’s who have been waiting for me to give them their breakfast too. They sit on the back of my deck chair staring into the room and if ever a look said, “Well, it’s about time, lazy head”, their look says it as well as my mother’s ever did.