Dawn in the country. I can imagine waking up to this scene - a little stiff from sleeping on the ground in the sleeping bag, chilly, damp air embracing the tip of my nose... Though my eyes are still closed, I can hear the early morning stillness broken by the warbling chirp of a lone robin somewhere across the water, and the unmistakable broken honks and cries of the geese as they fly overhead. The hyena-like raspy calls of the acorn woodpeckers as they climb among the oaks are loud and insistent. I lay quietly, savoring the moment.