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The thing is, as I stretch into the night, with intent to work, and my body is slowing at an increasing rate, I get stuck between falling asleep and trying to stay awake to work. It... can get ugly. It is late.
The ribs were extremely good. They had... softened a bit. But in the best possible way. Absolutely fresh meat can be a bit hard, harsh. This didn't have that feel. I ate about half. The rest will be put up shortly. Absolutely fantastic food. More tomorrow. And, I will debone the chicken, and put that up. For soup... stew if possible. So hungry for that stuff.
As for dishes? I think I am going to give up on that. For tonight. I will drain those, set them aside, and hopefully yet take a shower. Ugh. Well, and maybe reset the waterers. If I rush, I might be able to be to bed in an hour. If... if I can get to any of it. I will do what I can. It is raining outside. It is just at freezing. Or the roof is crinkling? I think it is rain. Wouldn't surprise me if it turns to hail... but little hail. We don't, haven't since I have lived here, been hit by big stones. Hope I didn't just doom us?
The rabbits are covered. And bigger hail stones wouldn't get through the caging material itself. Plus they are under the forty foot evergreens. Well protected, as well as I can do. The ducks are indoors... if in the out of doors. While they may leave, ducks are smart enough to hide out of things... at least after a few dings.
Oh, something funny about the ducks? My little indian runner, Henry, about a third the size of the muscovy drake Herc(ules), decided he liked one of the muscovy hens. She was down with it, but Herc was having none of it. Henry... if he wasn't absolutely clobbering, was certainly holding his own. I had to laugh and laugh. Herc didn't think my chuckles were all that pleasing.
Well, at least I can stop worrying about Henry being mashed to death by ol'... young... Herc. I was pleased with his pluck, if even I would rather he keep to his own. I ought to get a few more hens for him this spring though. Two is sort of tight. Herc has four, if Theseus is going to begin vying for those. I'll probably need to get a few more hens of that sort as well. Or there will be far too many problems.
Theseus is still a bit young for such, but his time is coming. Still... had to laugh. Henry was easily holding his own, and Penguin Girl was hoping he'd... win. I just didn't have time, interfered because initially I thought Henry was about to get killed. Herc thanked me, save for hurting his ego by laughing when I finally caught it all. Heh.
Good night.