On a clear and crisp morning, after the rooster announces the dawning of the new day, and the sun starts its trek across the skies, she can be heard... yelling at her kid.

It's been said, that if you listen closely, on days that the wind howls and whistles through the trees, and the thunder roars as though it possesses the lungs of a lion, just listen closely... and she can still be heard, yelling at her kid 🤦🏿‍♀️