I'm not the only early riser.

There's a bird living right outside my window, this summer, that gets up about 3, every morning, to sing his ass off and he's the loudest and happiest singer I've ever heard. 

 

He's the only bird in the neighborhood that gets up that early and once he's up he expects everybody to get up.

 

Reminds me of Mother who was, usually, the first one up and the first thing she'd do was to "get out in that kitchen and rattle those pots and pans."

 

I never understood why she felt the need to do that because she hated breakfast and never made it.  The rest of the day she was a great cook but in the morning you were on your own.