Dusty The Darling Duck Shepherd - Blog Posts

I had a dream last night about a little pale demon-looking boy who had a faint glow about him that made him sparkle in sunlight and made him easy to see at night. He helped out on my mom's permaculture farm by taking care of the ducks (irl there are only 6 at the moment, but in the dream there were 20 or 25), taking them down to the river and back up to do their job acting as a environmentally-safe pesticide for the crops.

He was so assiduous about his job that at one point- when a big truck was driving through and didn't seem to notice/care about the ducks in the road and was gonna run them all over -the kid rammed a car like a fucking goat to protect them, and gently explained (through writing because he was mute), to "please watch out for the ducks and sorry about your car I'll fix the dent in it."

People put a "ducks crossing" signs along the side of the road to mark where on the road between the river and driveway to the permaculture farm he would travel almost daily with the ducks. To prevent future accidents.

He was the cutest little duck shepherd he even had a little spiraly crooked staff that he used to give the ducks a boost if they needed one while walking up the hill and would use to to heard them in the right direction. He even had a whistle that would call them over to him and a whistle that he used to say "danger, don't walk further!" and he didn't even work for money, just head pats and homemade bread. He lived in the little play-shack we have on the hill and helped mom with farm-chores but was scared of the dogs because they were big and he was worried they would thing his tail was a play-thing and bite it.

... I'm gonna draw him. I need more people to see this cute little pale moonlit baby that took on a car just fine but is scared to take on a dog.