Tag: paleontology

Exploring Living Fossils – Sea Life – Part 2

In those quiet moments just before dawn, the rhythmic sound of rolling waves cascading against the sandy beach was the only sound. The wet sand gradually began to glisten as the minutes passed and the first rays of …

Feasting Fish

My excitement and nervousness rose as the powdery gray dust puffed up from where both my friend and I carefully chipped away at the flaky gray rock, revealing tiny areas of black, little by little. Those little areas …

Bone Mix

I could feel the bright sunlight beams gently warming my back as they slowly made their way around the nice shade.  Sitting up tall on the ground, I traded my chisel and hammer for a water bottle to …

Behemoth Burial Ground

Ping, ping, ping! Thud. Thud. The high pitched clanging of hammer and chisel against hard rock mixed with the dull noises of digging picks hitting damp clay.   Dark blue-gray clouds tauntingly circled the sky above, showering rain in …

Making Mosasaurs

Sunlight gleamed off the dark, smooth surface of the object, revealing a depth of color that dramatically contrasted the light colored dirt it sat on.  It was a familiar, fascinating fossil . . . a mosasaur tooth.  Exploring …

Fossils in the Field

A snappy breeze broke the intense heat of the mid-afternoon summer sunshine.  Rolls of thunder sounded in the distance, now a little closer than before.  Looking up at the growing storm clouds, I knew it was time to …

Flying Fossils

“Hurry!  Let’s catch one!” Declared my 5-year old friend, as she ran across the grass, wielding a plastic cup and lid.  Swarms of dragonflies were dancing overhead.  The girl leaped into the air, spinning and reaching her cup …

Dimetrodon Drama

New discoveries and breakthroughs in science can be very exciting – whether it’s the latest modern development in technology or the most recent finds of ancient remains in archaeology and paleontology. But sometimes fascinating new discoveries can be …

Tracking Dinosaurs

The sticky rubber material clung to my fingers, as I painted it onto the fossil dinosaur footprint. The rubbery mess on my hands bridged the gap between some fingers, reminding me of the webbed feet of a duck.   …

Footprints in the Mud

The warm, summer morning on the picturesque muddy banks of the gently rolling river was a stark contrast to the roaring torrent that had flooded the same river just a few weeks before leaving large pieces of debris …

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