By a very rough count (because they keep moving) I have at minimum 100 duckens in the yard and probably another hundred or more in the caverns below my dwelling.
They’re weird. I can’t figure out their flocking pattern. At one point I had about 40 in one cavern and they refused to move from that spot. Then I dug into the cavern next door and they all scattered throughout the caves. Now, no matter how many duckens I move into that cavern they refuse to stay in it.
If I could figure out what determines where they’ll stay, it would be easier to feed and care for them.
Then again, they seem to live for an extremely long time, so maybe I don’t need to worry about it.
Camouflaged giraffe-corgi snuck up behind me and exploded, blew my boots off. I wish that was a metaphor. Feet are pretty torn up and I barely have the energy to type this. Don’t know how much blood I lost. I’m glad I keep a store of food near my bed though because I suspect I won’t be getting up for a few days.
Woke up, watched a flock of duckens run backwards across the yard, went back to bed. Whatever today has in store for me, I am not interested.
I lied. Spent the day digging.
Okay, I’ve gotten obsessed with ore.
I need to admit that, because if I don’t admit that I don’t need all this. Yes, it would make me a kajillionaire if I wasn’t on this rock. But I am on this rock, and I think maybe it’s time to start heading toward the big mountain again. Otherwise I’ll never get out of here.