My duckles had puppies!

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Patience paid off.  Last year I gave up and cleaned out the hutch by now, if I remember correctly.  The kittens are, as typical with the freshly minted, a mix of horrific, cute, and beautiful.  Quarter feathered near fluffballs of a weird admixture of parts that don't quite make sense to the senses yet.  And they run like girls.  I miss DODGEBALL!

There are two so far, from one of the hens.  She is still sitting the remaining eggs.  I hope to get a few more from her and as many from the other mum.  I don't know if any will make it, I'll try on my end.  I don't have chick feed.  I must be honest... I didn't think this was happening.  I just had inside work keeping me busy.

So I hadn't bought food.  So... I took big duck people food and ran it through an old coffee grinder.  Put that in a ramikin, then put that in a pyrex pie pan, which also received water... hopefully the crumbs are too small, the water too shallow, and all of it so low as to be too much of a pain in the neck for the big ones.  Or I can create a little area only big enough for them.  I don't know if I need to show the chicks this, or... if it doesn't looked touched this afternoon, I'll show them.  I'll try to check two to three times a day, until what will be hatched is hatched.

I'm a grandpa!   :P

Now to shower and shave, change the girls' water, get dressed, rest, then begin again upstairs.  I knew that would be a lot of work.  If anything I underestimated the project.  I figure I will sort through half of what is on the cot, set the rest aside, put the cot back together, get the cot moved, get a chair back in place of the cot so as to have a sorting station... and maybe a single card table with that chair, if I still have and can find it... assuming the cot fits, then rest or nap.

I am, even if disappointed with temporary setbacks, rather pleased with what is transpiring over time.  Thankfully it isn't as a foot race.  It is more like a marathon.  Did I write "thankfully"?  Well, actually... the foot race would be over quickly.  I can pace, and might win against the hares of the world?  Only if I finish.  Maybe.

A small breakfast first.  Perhaps with fatted tea.  I tossed the second load of that coffee, it just tastes burned and old, even from cold press brewing.  Bleh!  I foud old coffee, of my favored sort, in the freezer.  I thawed some of it, enough for at least one brew.  Hoping it works.  Dying for coffee.  I have two last jars of instant, but that is emergency travel stuff.  Precious.  I may put those in the freezer come to think of it.

I should pull meat out for the week.  I don't have much left.  I... will need to go shopping soon.  I have to hit the hardware store too.  Blah.  Well, I best grab that bite, after gathering clean clothes for after the shower.  Now that I have my clothes easily available, I change underwear twice a day.  T-shirts and bottoms go several days, if I wear as many as three bottoms each day, between pants, pj's, and/or shorts if it warms or if it is a solo day.

I have the closet/hat/umbrella rack upstairs, makes it easy to air all when not in use.  Shower days, everything gets scrutiny, shirts automatically get put in dirty laundry.  Rules and regs?  Almost.  Straight from the captain of this ship of fools.  On to it then.  Good morning, barely, technically, locally, and day.