Friday, December 25, 2020

It is absolutely frigid out there.

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I was able to do all the chores at once, a few hours ago.  Oh, but that was quite a test.  It was 14 to 15 F, or so it read.  But it sure felt crisper.  Even so, I open up things for the rabbits, give them light.  I cover them more fully at night.  The space under them is still open, needs to be for their berries to drop.  I should be careful though.  I worried I had hit frostbite levels of cold, in the fingers.  Cool, tap, water warmed them up.  If there is still a tingle from that sharp, harsh, cold.  I'll... start doing chores in part, from now on.  When it is this cold.  Part of the problem is that I have to work with cold water, put my hands in it.  But even without that... Hmm?  Gloves... at least for some of the work.

I took notes on which rabbits were begging for food.  It happens to be the two larger groups of does.  The ladies were right there, waiting for food.  Their little eyes looking at me with great anticipation.  I did give them a bit more.  Still, a few more days and I will check as I go.  The guys and possibly pregnant doe didn't have any interest in food, or not primarily.  They were right on the water though.  I will check their water in a few hours.  If it is frozen, or even the nipples, I'll pull them and put fresh.  But I am bringing it all in for overnight.  Even when put out fresh, they don't drink during the dark.  But the bottles with freeze absolutely solid.  No fun.

The ducks are doing well.  Cold just doesn't bother them, or the rabbits.  It's rather amazing.  They are feeding less.  I would guess, regardless, their metabolism dives in the cold.  They couldn't be finding any other food though.  So I check when I am out.  With the ducks, I will feed them more, upon demand.  They just haven't been eating.

I ought to get an omelet going, bacon first.  Hmm, sautéing fresh onion, for the mix, would be good too.   I am hungry.  Maybe a fatted coffee?  Not sure if the last of the cream is any good.  Only one way to find out.  Ah, and I best call my mother, and perhaps text a few folk.  It's a cold one, but a good Christmas.  Good day, and afternoon.

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