The early bird, in search of worm, plans ahead: clean socks, full agenda, and a bag stocked with basics — computer, car key, cellphone. Should she leave on time, pop the trunk and drop in bag, she will be pleased. And, should she slam the door to the sound of a lock click, she will be alarmed.
She has filled her agenda with tasks and her bag with tools — all of which are now locked up until later. Much later, when her birdlet returns home with the spare key.
The early bird lets her wings droop. No agenda. No car. No computer. No phone. Not even Uber can rescue the bird without a phone.
Grounded, she takes a walk. She peers at early spring buds and pauses in early spring sunshine.
Back at the nest, she naps. She pulls together a late lunch from fortuitous fridge finds — chickpeas, parsley, and lemon. The salad is tasty and sunny, pestered by neither text nor phone call. She smiles. Who likes worms anyway?