5:00AM, barely daylight – time to start chores on the farm. As usual, I headed first to my pony barn. From inside, little whinnies softly greeted me. They knew that my approach meant breakfast was about to be served. But as I drew closer, I heard the commotion. Hens roosting in the loft were not happy. Something was amiss! As I rounded the corner of the barn, I came to a dead stop! There he stood, we were face to face, just a few feet apart. He was as surprised to see me as I