Must be getting old.

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I did get the rabbits their feed and water.  I researched feeding last night.  It seems I have been double feeding, and more.  Not so good.  So, I am checking a daily, single, feeding, and cutting feed.  Will watch for aggression or other problems.  If they are agitated around feeding time, perhaps adding more, but not by much.  Increments.  Water, however, I will check that twice a day... at least in the winter.  In the warmer weather, I will simply hook them up with plenty, which means several waterers per pen, pulling them when they are dry.

I have started cleaning the waterers.  Not every day.  Every third or fourth day they get a bit of attention.  I am doing my best, but learning these things takes time.  Of course, the meat rabbits themselves will need to be fed more.  They are aimed at size at speed.  Though, even then, there has to be some measure.  Growing too big too fast is probably not the best.  There is some optimum volume of feed to growth... something that will come with time, practice, experiments, and such.

I need a scale for them.  Though, to be honest, I think a standard scale, good to the ounce, handling up to twenty pounds (if double what is probably need and some), a tare capacity (zeroing the scale while with some mass onboard), and a pet carrier weighing no more than a few pounds, would be the best deal.  They sell pet and livestock scales for a fortune.  I am not sure why people spend fortunes on things which really aren't needed?  People do like to spend, I guess?

Oh, but so frigid out there.  It was up to 8 F, for what it was worth.  I had hoped to do all the chores in one fell swoop.  I wasn't dressed for it.  I am still in just enough clothing, pjs and housecoat, to get to the shower with some dignity.  I don't have my usual triple layer on.  Though it was my hands that gave out the worst and fastest.  Way too cold.

I did get the duck pond ice cracked, after some serious effort.  It was four inches thick.  Ugh.  Then I drained the remaining water.  I couldn't fill it and then feed them, had to warm a bit first.  It'll take an half hour to get ready to go back out and face that chill.  On the good side, even the flying muscovys haven't left their enclosure.  I hope they are okay?  I... don't know how well they take to the cold, but I have heard they should be good?  Ugh.

Well, on to gaming for just a bit.  I'll set the alarm for an half hour, then get the rest of the chores.  You know... I might not be serving people.  And it is, to a degree, in theory, self-serving.  But serving animals is still serving.  It isn't much.  But, to be honest, in life?  Sometimes there isn't much.  It is a bone dry crawl from out of some, possibly hateful, woman's womb and then on into a world that seems to despise, be jealous and envious of, for this or that reason, which only wants to eat or kill you, that you might find some way to be of some use to someone other than your own miserable hide and bones.  It's... not much.  It's... what I have to offer.  It will do, until I die or find better.  *wink*

Good morning, and day.  Stay warm and dry.  Get at it if possible, enjoy the grooves if not... or rut.  Blah.  So be it.