Homer is not an early bird

Homer and I are on different time tables.  I love to arise before dawn, slowly sipping my coffee, listening to the birds in the yard.  Homer eyes me with less than delight when I get up.  Usually, he opens one eye, looks at me, and quickly closes it, pretending to be in a deep sleep.  He reluctantly leaves the warmth of his nest, runs outside with the big boys, takes care of morning business, then returns to bed until breakfast is served.  But - come 3 o'clock in the afternoon, Homer turns into a ball of endless energy, as I am getting into slow down mode.  He races around the yard, the tiny legs going so fast that they are a blur.  He chases the big boys, and has quickly learned that he may not be able to run them down, but he sure can trip them up, with a quick turn under their bellies.  He tugs around sticks that are 5 times his length, grunting and groaning with effort.  He is such a delightful, happy guy.  No matter what the time of day, he always brings a smile to your face.