Bobby’s still following me around, though I have to admit it’s hard to tell him from the other duckens on occasion.
I came out of a hole onto a field where I was staled by giraffe corgis this morning. I shot the first two with a bow and arrow I took from a skeleton, but the third one almost got me… except it walked into Bobby, who let out a squawk.
I shot the third exploding giraffe-corgi before it could explode, but it dripped some… blood? gunpowder? explosive stuff… onto Bobby’s beak, where it appears to have burned part of his beak.
It didn’t seem to hurt him and I washed some of it off with some water I was carrying in a water skein.
But now at least Bobby’s identifiable. I’m not sure if that’s good or bad, but it’s where we’re at.