The morning air felt chilly when he climbed out of bed. He dressed silently so as not to wake up the sleeping family. The floorboards creaked as he headed down the hallway. The backdoor squeaked. That door needs an oil, but there’s always some distraction , he thought. The outside light clicked. He limped down the wooden steps into the enclosed back porch made of wood. He pulled on his rubber boots and stepped outside into the darkness. He stopped and felt the cool breeze against his face. In the distance, the cows mooed. They knew he was on his way. He walked across the paddock, and the grass was wet and slushy. His dogs barked running towards the milking shed ahead of him. They were ready for the morning roundup. He could see the milking shed made of corrugated tin with wooden supports. A water tank filled with cold water sat near the entrance. The birds chirped as it started to become light, in anticipation of the sunrise signalling in a new day. The dogs rounded up the co