What hour is it?

Dark this morning, everyone seemed to take time getting out of bed. it rained all night, so probably too damp for the painters to work.
Until later, when it became beautiful. There was a convention of chicken watchers, including a toddler who was only about twice the height of the birds. We figured it must be like having half-grown ostriches coming at you. She was cautious, yet intensely curious.
Tuesday is our primary. I do hope the "property rights" crooks haven't bought their way into the process, but they are Roveian operators, utterly unscrupulous.