The last thing I expected yesterday morning was a mouse on my head, but I should know by now to anticipate the unexpected. Evidently the Flying Wallendas have returned and one of that acrobatic, daredevil troupe was helping himself to breakfast. Instead of waiting for a ride when I lift the grain bucket down from its nail (it's not unusual to find a mouse or two in there in the morning), this one took a flying leap, used my head for a landing site, and then jumped down to the milking stand. Well, that's one way to start the day.
I might have had a jump start, but my battery was dead again by nightfall.