Farm breakfast, October 15

I'm eating my breakfast on the porch at the farm. Just over my left shoulder, the sun is about to peek over the hills. There's a pretty brown spider in an orb web silhouetted against the light. Also keeping me company are a flock of little striped sparrows who don't seem to realize, or care, that I'm here; they're hopping about mere inches from my feet. I just heard a crow answering another crow in the distance.