Geococcyx californianus, photo by Jonathan Hey It was looking at me from behind a large chunk of sandstone. An orange eye with a small flash of orange and blue skin flaring behind studied me, the crest moving slightly on its head. I threw a pebble and my own therapod, modified for the Holocene epoch, ran off in a dead-straight line toward its lair in a tall blue spruce. I heard the clack of mandibles and knew there would b...<![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]>
Published on March 10, 2013 13:58