Obsessed with birds?! Who, me?
Mar. 16th, 2007 10:46 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
pacificpikachuI got very little sleep last night due to obsessing on: the fact that I couldn't find my Biology lab manual, poultry, cosplay, conventions, writing stuff, and other strange things. I swear, my brain explodes with imagination and ideas and motivation and such the second I become overburdened with homework.
I bought a new Biology lab manual in the morning, and today was...kind of iffy on the school part. On one hand, it turns out I got one of the four A's in the class on the Biology exam (!), but on the other hand I completely, utterly, and totally failed the quiz we had. I studied for the quiz quite a bit, but I was expecting it to cover literally less than a third of what it did, and not just be "Explain all of cell respiration, including every enzyme, compound, release of ATP and NADH and such, how many overall ATP produced, where they all occur, and EVERYTHING ABOUT CELLULAR RESPIRATION THAT YOU KNOW. ALL ON THIS QUIZ." That was the worst case scenario in my mind while studying, and when he handed us the quiz I was just like "Uh...crap." I'll be surprised if I got ten points out of the forty. e_e;
During lunch I randomly fiddled around on my laptop and talked to my [now] usual lunch crowd about various things, including fangirling over Pan's Labyrinth with one of my classmates.
The lab went fast and involved little other than playing with clay, looking at mitotic cells through the microscope, and answering questions. My group (of which three of of the four A's came from, including mine) got into an incredibly amusing argument about how to determine a formula for chromosome configurations. After a good half-hour of entirely random theories, we finally decided to look in the book, where it was both obvious and incredibly simple.
I took the bus to Auburn and lingered around at Echo Valley Farm Supply for well over an hour. I think the people working there were kind of confused by me--as I was just wandering around, checking on the chickies every five minutes, talking to the rat, rabbits, and guinea pig for sale, and browsing the isles multiple times. Each of them asked me at least twice if I needed anything. XD;; I did eventually buy ten pounds of chick starter and a water and food thing for when the chicks come, but still.
Mom picked me up and we went to Foster's Freeze. I got a peach milkshake and Mom dropped by a tack store in Auburn, where Hana was afraid of the life-size horse statue in front of the store.
Then I finally went to Ridge Feed and ordered some chickens! Unfortunately, you can only buy a minimum of five chickens per breed, so instead of the five or six I was planning on buying...I, uh.
Bought fifteen.
Well, I was just going to get ten (five silver sebrights and five golden sebrights), but then I discovered I can order Sumatras and I haaaaaad to get some. And seeing as you have to order five... Well. Yeah.
Here's a Sumatra rooster and hen:
I don't have room in my coop for fifteen more chickens, so I'm going to sell some of them when they get older, but nonetheless, I am getting some nice breeds. I wanted a Mille Fleur d'Uccle and some more Silver and Golden Phoenixes, but if I had gotten all of those (at five minimum) it would have seriously been madness. Absolute madness. Fifteen is already going to be challenging.
The chickens are set to arrive in Ridge Feed's mail in either one or two weeks.
After I got home and walked the dogs, I got a call from our petsitter that she had an injured woodpecker to bring to me. So, she brought him on over and he's a...Flicker! I've always wanted to rehab a flicker, and I found it ironic I got one today because I was thinking about naming a chicken Flicker earlier.
Anyway, I thought he had head trauma, but now I'm starting to believe it's more of a spinal thing. He's kind of flopping around like the robin from last summer did, and he's acting quite tame for a wild adult bird. I treated him for shock due to how tame he's acting, and he seems awfully skinny. His plumage is absolutely BEAUTIFUL, though, so I think it's possible I'm thinking of him as being skinnier than he is. I really hope he makes it through the night, though he already seems to be improving. Spine injuries in birds are about 50/50 when it comes to recovery. I'm hoping to get ahold of Jacqui tomorrow for help with him. He needs some mealworms and woodpecker's wish as soon as I can get some. I transferred him from a produce box (which he was brought in) to a specially equipped laundry basket.
I was going to take a video of him tonight in case he dies during the night, but I really don't want to stress him out. I think he has about a 70% chance of surviving (at least), so maybe I'll videotape him if/when he becomes more comfortable in his new settings.
Anyway, that's all. I'm tired, so I think I'm going to go to bed. Today's been interesting.
I bought a new Biology lab manual in the morning, and today was...kind of iffy on the school part. On one hand, it turns out I got one of the four A's in the class on the Biology exam (!), but on the other hand I completely, utterly, and totally failed the quiz we had. I studied for the quiz quite a bit, but I was expecting it to cover literally less than a third of what it did, and not just be "Explain all of cell respiration, including every enzyme, compound, release of ATP and NADH and such, how many overall ATP produced, where they all occur, and EVERYTHING ABOUT CELLULAR RESPIRATION THAT YOU KNOW. ALL ON THIS QUIZ." That was the worst case scenario in my mind while studying, and when he handed us the quiz I was just like "Uh...crap." I'll be surprised if I got ten points out of the forty. e_e;
During lunch I randomly fiddled around on my laptop and talked to my [now] usual lunch crowd about various things, including fangirling over Pan's Labyrinth with one of my classmates.
The lab went fast and involved little other than playing with clay, looking at mitotic cells through the microscope, and answering questions. My group (of which three of of the four A's came from, including mine) got into an incredibly amusing argument about how to determine a formula for chromosome configurations. After a good half-hour of entirely random theories, we finally decided to look in the book, where it was both obvious and incredibly simple.
I took the bus to Auburn and lingered around at Echo Valley Farm Supply for well over an hour. I think the people working there were kind of confused by me--as I was just wandering around, checking on the chickies every five minutes, talking to the rat, rabbits, and guinea pig for sale, and browsing the isles multiple times. Each of them asked me at least twice if I needed anything. XD;; I did eventually buy ten pounds of chick starter and a water and food thing for when the chicks come, but still.
Mom picked me up and we went to Foster's Freeze. I got a peach milkshake and Mom dropped by a tack store in Auburn, where Hana was afraid of the life-size horse statue in front of the store.
Then I finally went to Ridge Feed and ordered some chickens! Unfortunately, you can only buy a minimum of five chickens per breed, so instead of the five or six I was planning on buying...I, uh.
Bought fifteen.
Well, I was just going to get ten (five silver sebrights and five golden sebrights), but then I discovered I can order Sumatras and I haaaaaad to get some. And seeing as you have to order five... Well. Yeah.
Here's a Sumatra rooster and hen:
I don't have room in my coop for fifteen more chickens, so I'm going to sell some of them when they get older, but nonetheless, I am getting some nice breeds. I wanted a Mille Fleur d'Uccle and some more Silver and Golden Phoenixes, but if I had gotten all of those (at five minimum) it would have seriously been madness. Absolute madness. Fifteen is already going to be challenging.
The chickens are set to arrive in Ridge Feed's mail in either one or two weeks.
After I got home and walked the dogs, I got a call from our petsitter that she had an injured woodpecker to bring to me. So, she brought him on over and he's a...Flicker! I've always wanted to rehab a flicker, and I found it ironic I got one today because I was thinking about naming a chicken Flicker earlier.
Anyway, I thought he had head trauma, but now I'm starting to believe it's more of a spinal thing. He's kind of flopping around like the robin from last summer did, and he's acting quite tame for a wild adult bird. I treated him for shock due to how tame he's acting, and he seems awfully skinny. His plumage is absolutely BEAUTIFUL, though, so I think it's possible I'm thinking of him as being skinnier than he is. I really hope he makes it through the night, though he already seems to be improving. Spine injuries in birds are about 50/50 when it comes to recovery. I'm hoping to get ahold of Jacqui tomorrow for help with him. He needs some mealworms and woodpecker's wish as soon as I can get some. I transferred him from a produce box (which he was brought in) to a specially equipped laundry basket.
I was going to take a video of him tonight in case he dies during the night, but I really don't want to stress him out. I think he has about a 70% chance of surviving (at least), so maybe I'll videotape him if/when he becomes more comfortable in his new settings.
Anyway, that's all. I'm tired, so I think I'm going to go to bed. Today's been interesting.
