Nova’s little boy is named Drake. For the type of dragon, not for a male duck. Someday I’m going to look up how those two creatures ended up with the same name, but I haven’t gotten curious enough yet to bother.
I basically shoved Nova out of the barn yesterday, since she showed every indication that she planned to hide in there with her baby forever. I told her her baby needed fresh air and sunshine, and to meet other the other sheep.
She got the better of me, though. Poor Drake is spending an inordinate amount of time stuffed into a hollow tree stump, and it doesn’t look like Nova plans to let him out for any length of time anytime soon.
Herbivores are generally classified as “hiders” or “followers”, based on if they hide their babies like deer or keep them close all the time like horses. Sheep are supposed to be followers, but Nova didn’t read the manual and seems to be a pretty dedicated hider.
“I’m coming out now! Look out, world!”
Drake wasn’t a bit scared of the other sheep; I’m pretty sure he’s ready to take on the world.
“Oh no you’re not! Get back in that tree before a lamb-snatcher sees you!”
Nova hasn’t lost a baby yet, I have no idea why she’s so paranoid.
“Never mind, world. Mama says I’m not coming out now.”
Smart boy isn’t arguing with his mother. Much. Yet. Taking on the world is one thing, taking on Nova is something else.
“Lamb? What lamb? There no lamb here, nothing to see at all!”
Hopefully she’ll let him out before he grows too big and gets stuck in there.