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Aug. 1st, 2007 10:41 pm+ Went to aikido on Monday night, and received my shodon certificate. Each one is hand-calligraphed by Shuji Maruyama Sensei, president and founder of Kokikai. My impression has been that it can take up to a year to get the certificate, so this is pretty speedy. Now I have to frame it, which can also take considerable time...
- The head cold started Monday afternoon, and there's no way I would have gone to aikido if it wasn't for the certificate. The gym is unbearably hot in the summer, and I was thoroughly beat by the end of class. I slept for 11 hours, called in sick yesterday, and am still under the weather today.
++ Four days on, and the quail chick seems to be happy and healthy. It's in a brooder (cardboard box with heat lamp) in the kitchen, and is endlessly amused with its friend, The Hand. More baby pictures when I get the chance.
- The other egg stopped developing, so this one is all alone (except for its friend, The Hand).
--- We lost one of the hens to predation. The dog came to the back door with the decapitated, eviscerated body of Millie, the mille-fleur d'Uccle, the less devoted of the two broody hens, but the one who sat the one surviving quail chick. Anyway, the dog didn't kill the hen, just found her. We have hawks in the neighborhood, but Francie (who dealt with the carnage) thinks it was a member of the weasel family, since the head was found halfway down a hole. We're keeping the remaining hens in the (enclosed) aviary, which is proof against hawks, but not against weasels.
- The head cold started Monday afternoon, and there's no way I would have gone to aikido if it wasn't for the certificate. The gym is unbearably hot in the summer, and I was thoroughly beat by the end of class. I slept for 11 hours, called in sick yesterday, and am still under the weather today.
++ Four days on, and the quail chick seems to be happy and healthy. It's in a brooder (cardboard box with heat lamp) in the kitchen, and is endlessly amused with its friend, The Hand. More baby pictures when I get the chance.
- The other egg stopped developing, so this one is all alone (except for its friend, The Hand).
--- We lost one of the hens to predation. The dog came to the back door with the decapitated, eviscerated body of Millie, the mille-fleur d'Uccle, the less devoted of the two broody hens, but the one who sat the one surviving quail chick. Anyway, the dog didn't kill the hen, just found her. We have hawks in the neighborhood, but Francie (who dealt with the carnage) thinks it was a member of the weasel family, since the head was found halfway down a hole. We're keeping the remaining hens in the (enclosed) aviary, which is proof against hawks, but not against weasels.
