By the end of the second day I had the situation well in hand. All babies were being fed and watered, and my morning mantra chanted over and over in the style of a skewed Om Mani Padre Hum became:
"Turkey food in the green tub, chicken food in the plastic garbage can, guinea food in the clear plastic container, give the geese some turkey food."
"Get the gloves, get the pail, grass clippings for the chicks, the geese like strawberry leaves and dandelions, the guineas only like the tall grass, don't pick poison ivy"
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