Meet Rosie. She’s a bit shy, and might need a little encouragement to come closer. A few treats should do the trick. Before you know it she’ll be perfectly content to snuggle close and put her head on your lap. 🙂
Patricia rested a hand on the sturdy gate and squinted, the other hand shading her eyes from the morning sun glinting through the underbrush. Was that a shadowy, two-legged figure, or just one of the cycad fronds blowing in the breeze? She scanned the small paddock, fumbling with the gate latch blindly for a moment before looking down to thumb the pin back and unhook the chain.
“Alright, where are you Rosie,” she murmered as she swung the gate open. The paddock was not very large, but the small shed in the corner was dark and empty, and nothing stirred in the grove of thick cycads surrounding it- like thick, stumpy palm trees, but pricklier. Of course. Rosie had to be hiding there.
Patricia shut the gate behind her and pulled the wagon closer to one side of the fence, where the ground was trampled and a thick plastic bucket hung off the rails. She reached into a large canvas bag inside the wagon and pulled out a heaping scoopful of pellets that smelled of earth and tree sap. She dumped it into the bucket and swished them around like dry beans in a bowl.
“Rosie!” Patricia reached for another scoop of pellets, and shook the bucket again. She made a clicking, chirping noise in the back of her throat, but she didn’t think it sounded very much like what Pete did, so it quickly died in her throat. “Rosie, Rosie, Rooosie!” She added a third scoopful, and dropped the scoop back in the canvas bag.
A rustle in the cycad grove caught her attention, but she focused on walking to the faucet and filling up the water trough a little ways from the feed bucket. Movement shifted along the edge of her vision to the left, but she reached into the wagon for some gloves and pulled them on. Padded steps shifted the ferns and cycad seedlings behind her, but she reached into the wagon for a bundle of soft conifer branches.
“There you are Rosie,” Patricia turned just enough to see the two-legged creature bury her small, turtle-like head into her feed bucket. Patricia shook the conifer branches onto the ground, and Rosie’s head darted back up, her brown eyes large and watery. She shifted further away, her weight on one strong, three-toed left foot, while the right foot curled limply. The thick pad on the bottom of her foot was swollen and red under torn, dirty bandages.
“Oh you poor thing,” Patricia cooed. “Mr. Diggle’s not here today, but I’ll be taking care of that for you.” While the dinosaur was distracted with the bucket, Patricia reached into the wagon for a halter, a lead rope, and a large burlap sack. She clicked the rope onto the halter, and held the contraption loosely as she crept towards the limping dinosaur. Rosie’s head was still in the bucket grinding at pellets, and Patricia kept on her toes as she crept past the thick tail, closer to the rose-colored neck…
Rosie’s head bobbed up, pellets tumbling out of her half-open beak, and Patricia pounced forward and threw the halter over the dinosaur’s head. But Rosie arched her long neck back, and the rope slid through Patricia’s fingers just as they tried closing around it.
“Well,” Patricia set her hands on her hips as Rosie danced away on one foot, the halter hanging around her neck and rope dragging. “At least it’s on you.” Rosie shook her head, but only managed to stumble off to one side as the halter slapped the sides of her neck. She chirped and scratched at it with her her dainty hands. Patricia laughed.
“Good luck taking that off,” she said as she walked slowly towards the dinosaur. “Now just hold still a second…” She reached forward to grab the rope, but Rosie hobbled a few steps away. Patricia changed direction, sidestepping to work around to Rosie’s head, but the dinosaur simply turned on one foot, tail swiping the air between them. No matter which direction Patricia went, Rosie danced away just a few steps too far. How fast could a critter with a bum leg be?
Time for a new strategy.
Patricia pulled her gloves off and threw them into the wagon, breathing hard from her two-step with the dinosaur. From a small package laying in the needle-covered bottom, she took a handful of what looked like small, red berries. Rosie cocked her head to one side and cooed, fidgeting from side to side like a nervous pigeon.
Patricia made a cooing, chirping noise in the back of her throat, trying the best she could to imitate the sound the timid dinosaur was making. It wasn’t as good as Pete’s imitation, but Rosie blinked and shuffled forward one step. Patricia sat down on her heels, her arm resting on her knee with her hand open and full of the berry-like cycad cones. The dinosaur lowered her head and took another uncertain step forward.
“Good girl,” Patricia said soothingly, and waited. Rosie sniffed and weaved her head from side to side, her arms held close to her brown speckled body. As carefully as a mouse plucking cheese from a trap, the dinosaur took a few red cones in her beak, and Patricia reached forward to take the rope. Patricia let out a long breath she didn’t realize she’d been holding.
“There we go,” she stood up and allowed the dinosaur to take the cycad cones from her hand while she fastened the halter around her neck. Velcro secured cotton flaps over the dinosaur’s head, but left the muzzle exposed. “Now let’s get your foot taken care of.”
Patricia led Rosie to the wagon, and with a few strokes of gentle pressure the dinosaur sat on the ground with her legs stretched off to one side.
“That’s a good girl,” Patricia said as she gathered fresh gauze, padding, herbal salve, and duct tape from the wagon. “Oh this is looking better,” Patricia said as she unwrapped the dirty bandage from the sore foot. The wound was still the open hole from where Pete had cut out the infected thorn, but it was a healing pink. Rosie sat with her neck arched against her shoulders, the twitch of a toe the only sign of feeling. Patricia smiled, surprised by how easy it was. Not all that different than caring for one of her own chickens. She wrapped the new bandages with duct tape around the foot and up the ankle, cut the tape, and dumped the supplies into the wagon.
“All done!” Patricia unfastened the halter from Rosie’s head, and Rosie chirped. She blinked, head cocked to one side, waiting. “Oh yeah, here you go. Good job Rosie.” Patricia held out another treat, and Rosie took it happily.
This month was full of research! I sat down at the beginning of the month, all set to finish the model of Steggy’s habitat so I could finish that illustration, when I realized I hadn’t done any research into the plants of the area. All my drawings so far were just based on ferns and general conifers from a habitat that’s kinda similar to where Steggy lived…which just so happens to be kinda similar to the Texas Hill country.
Similar in the amount of rain and general open woodland/ savanna type terrain anyway. 😀
But Steggy lived on a floodplain, not hill country, and I figured there might actually be some fossil plants available…
Boy did I open up a whole can of worms!
So just to recap, I started this whole thing with the stereotypical, lush redwood forest…Pay no attention to the words in this picture, because they’ve changed dramatically since then. 😀
Turns out Steggy could actually be in a scene like this, but only near permanent bodies of water, and I wanted to avoid the “fallen log in a lush forest” trope. So I moved Steggy to a dry river bed. The picture below is what I came up with for a drier area of the floodplain. But now that I’m researching specific plants, I’m drawing a more refined version including the changes I wanted to make. 🙂
I’ll be switching the children so that the boy is up close to Steggy. Since he is wondering if his sister would like the spikes, I thought it would make more sense if Sister is farther back, so we are left wondering too. 🙂 And the trees will look a bit different…
So it’s a work in progress! I hope to have more to show for it by next month, maybe I’ll even have a little color next time! This next month will be a true test to see how long it takes to get a complete illustration done. I might add a few things to my model to get the lighting right, but for now I’m just working with what I have so that it doesn’t take forever.
I don’t know about you, but I want to finish this book eventually! I think two years is realistic, considering my first priority is my family. But I’m chipping away at this little by little, and I am so grateful to you for stopping by for a short while. Thank you!
Until next month, check out my Instagram @paleopetshop to see what shenanigans Pete and the critters are up to the rest of the month. 🙂
Coming Oct 1st…
This little guy loves to curl up in his bed with his favorite teddy. 🙂
Share your guess in the comments! He’s one of the critters over on the critter page. 🙂
17 thoughts on “Critter of the Month: Dryosaurus”
So like a pet shop zoo hybrid
So uhhhh… Did you insert yourself into this story? Shame on you 😂😂😂😂
Anyways, joking aside, a bit late here, finally more attention for Rosie! I always thought she needed more attention, and she deserved it!
And tthe progress is looking really good! Excited what you’ll bring next month, always striving for the utmost accuracy even in just a childrens’ picture book, man i wish every dinosaur book for kids was like this. 😅
Can’t say the COTM, i got beat to it, i can’t believe i’ve been here for so long, this site is getting more exposure and i like that other people are supporting you! 😀 I still remember the days when it seems i am the only one commenting on every posts, wow time really does fly.
I hate school for making me late for blog posts, curse you examinations!!! 😬😂😂
What are you talking about? I’m just Pete’s assistant. I handle all the PR stuff and sometimes take care of things at the front desk. 😉
Hehe, shame on me, shame on me! But hey, a tiny role in the world makes sense though right? Since I’m doing all this website stuff and posting all the critters available for “adoption”. There’s got to be some way I know what’s going on behind the scenes at the Shop 😉 😀
Thank you very much! I’m glad you like it, because I’m excited to be making some real progress at last! Just like how making the dummy book made the whole project more real to me (instead of just in my head), working on this illustration, and knowing that the pencil drawing is what I’ll be using for the final illustration, is just amazing! I am energized and making progress pretty quickly now that I have some momentum.
Hopefully there won’t be delays and I can show some color next month. If life continues smoothly, I may even have it finished!
Thank you so much for stopping by Kaprosaurus! It’s always so good to see you here, and thank you so much for your support. 🙂 No worries on being late to the party. It’s always worth it. 🙂
First of all I hope roise is okay. next how did she get her foot engird in the first place? Finally the next critter is Opie
Oh an infected thorn what was the thorn infected with?
It might’ve been a thorn she stepped on, but her foot was infected with something called bumble foot. Chickens will get it too sometimes. But Rosie’s foot was pink and a little swollen from healing after Dr. Diggle took care of it a few days ago (you don’t really want to know the details there 🙂 ). I just had to change the bandages and make sure the wound was clean. 🙂
Welp a lest it wasn’t a I,s,I invasive stahlocucus infection
It’s a good thing Pete was able to help her with it. But it could’ve turned into one! There are dinosaur fossils with infections on their toes that ultimately lead to their death.
That is good and yeah I heard about that sort of thing that ironically is what caused Big Al the Alloasarus to die what made it so ironic is he was hunting Dryasaurus
Hehe, that’s where I got my inspiration 😀
Thought as much 😀
Yes, Opie will be next! 🙂
No worries about Rosie, she’ll bounce back just fine. She’s already running around almost as fast as normal. 😀 There’s no telling how she got it, but foot injuries are pretty common for dinosaurs.
Thank you for stopping by! 🙂
Okay thanks and I thought the hent sounded familiar. You are walcome
What is it with animals getting over injuries faster than humans or seeming to
I’m not sure if they heal faster, per se, but animals like reptiles and sharks certainly seem to have the ability to heal from some pretty horrific injuries mammals don’t handle nearly so well. Alligators and crocs in farms can lose entire limbs, and yet don’t get infections even in the nasty water they swim in.
Birds are also capable of kicking around with injuries that would incapacitate a mammal. It’s pretty terrible, but I’ve seen videos of skuas literally eating a penguin alive, and the poor penguin is still trying to run away with injuries that would’ve put any mammal into shock.
I’m not sure why this is the case, but it seems to have something to do with the differences in metabolism, natural antibodies, and muscular structure. Their bodies simply work differently than mammals.
Though I will say with good nutrition and hygiene, mammals (including humans) can heal from injuries relatively quickly as well. It’s just that people have varying levels of nutrition, stress levels, and overall health. A body under stress and without the proper building blocks to repair itself is going to take much longer than a rested body with the proper nutrition to repair the damage, whatever that may be.
Looks like Pete’s off-duty this time! It’s cool to hear a story from the perspective of his “assistant.” 😀 Also answers the question of what Pete does when a dino gets hurt. Maybe I’m going too deep into it, but do they also have a veterinary staff at the shop? 😛
Making progress! It’s interesting to see how just a single page can develop so much over time. I really like the added cycads, though–the research was worth it. 😀
Thank you! I’m glad you like it, and I just realized the happy coincidence with a certain birthday girl 😉
I haven’t really put too much thought on how large Pete’s staff is at the shop, I just take care of the register most days…but surely he has more vets than just himself on staff…not to mention all those critters that need feeding… 😀
Oh my goodness, let’s just say I didn’t have a clue about what I was getting into when I decided to make an accurate picture book on dinos! 😛 Though I find as time goes on I’m able to let certain things go a bit easier. Still a stickler for accuracy, but not quite so perfectionist. 😀 I think the research will definitely be worth it in the end. 🙂