Did you get up with the chickens and milk the cows before the sun came up?
I had to get up with the chickens regardless, because my job was always to get the fire in the wood cookstove built back up so Mom could make breakfast, so that meant getting up around 4AM or so. I did have to occasionally feed the chickens and gather eggs, yes, but that was mostly left to my mom and my sister. Milk cows, occasionally, but that was usually one of my brothers. My main daily job, and one I hated, was slopping the pigs.
We kept a few plastic 5-gallon buckets on the porch, just outside the kitchen door. Any food scraps, peelings, old bread, went in those buckets, and I'd top them off with water. When a bucket would get about full, it was my job to carry it out to pigsty, which wasn't exactly near the house, hoist it over the fence, and tip it into the trough.
When that first became my job, and for a couple of years afterwards, that was hard work, because a 5-gallon bucket filled with kitchen scraps and water is very heavy, and I was a little kid anyway, and it stinks, and it's just nasty. It was a long walk over rough ground to get to the pigs, and then I had to get it up over my head and dump it in. I usually managed to spill some down my pantlegs on the way there, and get a good bit of it on the front of me trying to get it over the fence.
That is the very last chore I did, the morning I left home for good. Slopped the hogs, and Mom gave me a ride to the recruiter's office so he could take me to Cincinnati to get processed into the Air Force. I remember thinking, "I'm not going to have to do this crap any more!" - and I've never slopped a hog since.