By 5:30 a.m., both boys had crawled into bed with me, and we lay snuggling until about 6 a.m., at which time I gave them strict instructions to SILENTLY get their socks and sweaters, and meet me downstairs where we would hopefully not wake up our still-sleeping hosts.
Colouring happily at the large dining room table now, they are - like me - enjoying the bird symphony which began about 6:15 a.m., and which is (in my opinion) far more melodious a cacophony than that of the noisy cocks!