It was cool again, but not quite cold?

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That, however, was before the sun went down.  It is down.  It will get cold.  It may already be cold.

The ducks are in.  Some of them are going up onto the shelves.  Not all of them, oddly.  Perhaps it's a cliche thing, or maybe the two smaller hens just can't fly well?  I'm not sure which ones go up.  I'll have to try to sort that out, just to know.  I wonder if they are taking bedding up there?  I no longer leave water in the hutch, that gets far too messy.  If it also means I absolutely have to open up and feed and water the ducks.  They can go without food for a bit, but not water, not even for a day.  I may see about figuring a different thing out.  Though, truth is, in the winter, it freezes anyway.  I have to water them in the winter, daily.  Though, perhaps, this time, if I have problems, I may see about help.

The cold got to me.  I have been absolutely famished.  I have been eating as if I had starved for a few days, to a week.  I can't seem to eat enough, or find what it takes.  HUNGRY!  Terribly, horribly, voraciously, hungry.  I can't seem to stop.  Is it the sudden cold, and need of my body?  Is it losing weight recently, on top of it?  I have tried various types of foods, and none of it seems to be enough, or quite satisfying whatever is missing.  Or... I just don't know.  A platter of burgers for supper tonight, ribs for tomorrow supper.  Burgers aren't enough.  I have veggies.  The salad is done for, so that is that.  I'm not up to arranging coleslaw tonight, or I'd do that.

I did turn the heat up, in hopes that would help with general but mostly hunger issues.  It really doesn't seem to help.  I did get a shower in.  And I worked on my feet heavily.  I best wear socks at night, at least until my feet get too hot.  They are chapping too much.  Just cotton socks, and bag balm under those.  Yea, it works well.

I called my mother, to see if they got the cold too.  Yep.  And I asked about hunger.  Yep, when it gets cold, she can go through spells of that too.  I let her alone, she wasn't pleased that I was bugging her again.  Oh well.  I'll leave her alone for a month.  If she remembers to call, so be it.  If I happen to notice.  Nothing personal.  I suppose she just doesn't need or want too much bother.

I'll... figure some things out tomorrow.  Later, perhaps good night.