Late waking.

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It's been a while I have been waking in the afternoon.  I was able to push it a few days.  As soon as that ended, my body just went back to sleeping days, up at afternoon to morning.  On the good side, when I do as the body requests, I sleep less... say eight to ten hours.  I keep trying to push, pull, or shove the schedule around.  I can, but the price is too high, generally.

I had the water bottles ready for the rabbits.  Then added feed to their feeders, filling them this time.  I'll see how quickly that goes.  Their other bottles are thawed.  From now on, I think I will try to have three rotations.  A smaller or larger one first or second, preferably during the day when it is warmer.  Then the smallest ones for overnight.  Keeping them full, and in a bucket, ready to go, makes it a lot easier.  Next I have to figure out hay, timothy hay, distributors.  Some of the cages have a sort of cage manger, but not all of the cages, with rabbits, have them.  I think there are enough to change the rabbits to those cages, or change the mangers to the rabbits... whichever seems... less of a hassle.

The ducks next.  One of the new ladies is doing just fine.  The new drake, and one of the hens, seems to be a bit... hesitant.  Fair enough, even Henry... the original drake, now dwarfed by the muscovy drakes, is... hesitant.  When I heal up a bit, I will get the other outbuilding set up for the muscovys, then create an inner door and replace the outer door, so I can keep them in.  Then put the muscovys out there for a month or two... to get them acclimated.  Or should I put the indian runners out there?  Maybe...  

The more distant building has more room, but no windows or else.  The muscovys like flying out and grazing earlier.  I like letting them.  Plus, there is a second level, in the closer outbuilding, which only the muscovys can use, since they can fly.  Ugh... decisions.  I do have to clean out the furthest outbuilding before it can be used, though.  Hmm... I bet I could craft a nesting area, if one of the ladies goes broody, right out there, for them.  It adds a bit more work, though.  Making sure each single area has food, hay, water, and gets cleaned... but it isn't forever, just until the quackles get large enough to survive group integration.

I gave the girls a snack before going out.  I will feed them, properly, shortly.  Otherwise they are all over my case.  A snack buys a sliver of time.  With me waking so late, they... get hissy fitty about it all.  I don't blame them.  Oh, best get there litter too.  I... don't think I got that yesterday.  Ribs and all.  And sleeping, the need for rest, and... else.

Ribs?  Well.  As long as I don't breath too deeply.  I have been pushing, today.  I... want to know limits, and what happens when I push those limits.  It hurts.  Even just sidling up to the limits feels like I freshly opened a wound in there.  Thrumming pulled muscles?  Further dislodging some disconnections in there?  It feels like a fresh cut, or maybe opening a fresh wound.  But... not quite that bad, or in that way, just similar.  Still, it is better.  I just can't completely leave it to just heal, it won't.  I have to go between ease and pushing, or it will never heal... I think.

Later.