Ladies and gentlemen...

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Let the quacking commence!

The ducks are home, their new home.  I did go with two drakes.  One of the two he liked best, of the three.  A ton of questions, some offers of future trade and help, and good business.  Paid and well.  I hated to see the other fella go home alone.  His fate is all but sealed.  And his whole brood just went away.  I know that well.

The watering system won approval.  The smaller door too.  The rest?  We'll see how it works out.  Watered, fed, nesting material in place, windows and the front, but not short door all open.  Will close it all by 18:00... If that time will scale back with the shortening of the day.  I'll just feed and check water when I feed the cats.  Can't just say girls anymore.

Oh, I might have been talked into meat turkeys next year?  We'll see.  I sure miss turkey.  Four would do me for the year,  say six to eight meat ducks, and about twenty chickens.  Though maybe a few extra for incidental attrition.  And... they prefer breast, while I am all about hinders, love some of that dark meat.  We may well trade portions.  I'll keep some, and some whole, but two thirds would be parted and trading available.

The ducks seem rather relaxed, at least on their own.  They still aren't sure about the ogre.  I'll spend time with them, get them used to me.  It'll work out.  Have yet to see how the cats and ducks work things out.  Should be fine.

Oh, as for cold brew coffee?  Hells yea.  Count me in.  I used an half gallon jar this time.  But mum sent two gallon jars she no longer uses.  I'll just use one at a time, essentially.  The other will be let fly when the first gets low.  Hand ground in conical burr, very course... which also means no grinds broke containment.  Yikes, was thinking I'd have to refilter.  Nope!  Later.