To sleep very late.

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Awake very late.  Was it fourteen hundred?  Seventeen hundred?  That latter, and large change, I would guess.  I think I just woke, but can't be sure.  So tired, still.  The ducks were let out.  No ducklings left.  I had nothing that would work.  I could have put the ducklings in a bin, but I had no way to heat it, nor one tall enough to allow the mother hen in.  So... yea.

It isn't as if I didn't try.  I realized this might be coming, and order pieces and parts.  The problem is, the fencing didn't arrive.  Everything is on backorder.  My notion of the bins also didn't work.  They simply aren't large enough.  Next time, there will be something arranged.  If I could, I'd like to have two or three pens for broody hens.  I get closer, but... it's... always problematic.  Especially with it taking months for items to show...  I have had some things canceled.

I will thaw meat tonight.  I will be checking on things with the branch tomorrow.  I'm not sure how things will work, it will be a chore.  Still, there is that and it must be figured out.  Hmm, I wonder what to eat today?  I'll figure something out.  Oh, best get the girls fed.  I wondered why they were being so... close.  Yea, I'll feed them now, actually.  They can get rather feisty if not fed well.  I have been doing well, even while my day is flipping.  But, yea, best feed them right now.  Later.