Making it a family affair.... My husband and 17 year old son do most of the heavy lifting in the barn even though I am the main rider in the family. That only happens on weekends as a rule. And they take the dogs for long walks. (Literally. My husband gets up at 0500 every morning and post stable feeding walks our two dogs about three miles.) During the summer, the ducks are easy. They have been known to end up in a bath tub when the weather goes into hard freeze and we can no longer maintain a hole in the ice for them. The rest of the animals are primarily my daughter's and my responsibility. I wake, uncover and let the conures out and feed and water Merry and now Teechka the keets. Then I carry the keet cage and Sam and Gem hitch a ride on me to the kitchen so they can be in on food prep for themselves as well as the cats. (Our dogs only get a snack in the AM and I leave those in their respective dishes because at this point of the day they are already out with my husband. The cats are absolutely reliable inside with the birds... and no I don't go off and leave them. Still I can turn my back on them while pulling something from the fridge. In fact, I worry more about Gem tormenting the cats then the other way around. That zone of protection is only inside the house where the cats don't really see the birds as birds. Although the cats do not act aggressively toward my birds when outside, I am certain that they have occasionally killed other birds out there and there is no trust on my part outside of the house. Then, before I change into work clothes, I will just sit some place and play with the birds. Merry (a parakeet who cared for another bird for over a year and who is just getting back into the swing of life again since that bird's death) often sits against my neck and comments (sarcastically I suspect) on Gem and Sam as they play with me and each other. It is usually only 15 minutes or so, but it is a treat for us all. Then the conures move to their "outside" cage, which this fall is located in a sunny bathroom. (By that point, it is no longer is use by kids getting ready and it is a "no spray" zone. I set up the cage the evening before so I can just drop them off and change and get on the road. Then the first one home in the afternoon...almost always my son post high school, will take the conures back to our bedroom while he does work at the desk. He usually puts them in the cage he brings from the kitchen or they will destroy his homework and the computer that made it, but they enjoy the change of scene. (And I suspect he spends more time talking with them than he does on his chemistry.) When Misha (my husband gets home) Sam and Gem hitch on to him and do whatever they want as he moves from place to place and task to task (including evening stables). He often takes them outside if the afternoon is warm. Frequently I find him in his favorite chair with a cat on his lap, two dogs at his feet and three birds on his shoulder. I am last home, and the birds often "help" me make dinner (samples everywhere) or "help" Kat feed the dogs (kibble everywhere) or "help" me wash dishes (water everywhere) or "help" me fold laundry (socks everywhere) They get their own dinner while we eat ours (or they would be in ours. Then, this time of year, they head for bed as we try to keep them on a natural light/dark cycle. Soooo, how do we juggle? Four sets of hands and including all the animals in whatever part of our day that interests them.