You know you’re a farmer when your washing is on the line by 6.15, breakfast is done and you’re off to the neighbour to learn how to pot baby nut trees, all before 7 am. This morning I heard Rupert’s first crow at 3am because I was wide awake. Why? Because I dropped into bed at about 8 pm exhausted from a physically busy day. My night owl days seem to be at an end.