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Montana 1988 Five Years before Jurassic Park
“And the national weather service said that the storm will make a slow pass over the badlands.....” the weather reporter said over the radio.
Already volunteers for the dinosaur dig began to run as fast as they could. Each holding a different material to protect the fossil they were uncovering from the soon to be foul weather.
The sound of thunder began to make itself known as they scrambled to cover up their findings. As they did the first drops of rain began to fall. Luckily they managed to cover up the dig site in time. Torrents of rain began to fall and with it the sounds of thunder and the sight of lighting across the badlands. Some of the shows were spectacular to see and because of the rolling hills and mountains. It offered protection against the lightning strikes that flared across the sky.
The heavy downpours decimated the site. But the whole time the occupants stayed in their trailers not wanting to come out any time soon.
For three long dark days the storm raged as the skies unleashed their fury.
When it finally passed the occupants went out to see any damage to the dig site.
There was water everywhere! The fossils were in ruins as volunteers came racing around trying to save what they could of the dig. Others tried to see if they can find anything the help get rid of the access water.
No one paid attention to the broken crate that laid just off the side of the road.
When they did it was several days later.
The rancid smell that came from the broken crate is what lured the sites occupants to it. It was a rather large wooden crate with the words FRAGILE across the side. The smelly yellow contents that came leaking out of the crate suggested that it was eggs that were in it.
Carefully the volunteers at the dig hoisted the crate onto a table. They were careful about the leaking contents. So they cleaned what they could of the rotting yellow contents. When they opened the broken crate their suspicions were confirmed that it was indeed eggs.
But not the kind of eggs they were expecting.
Though true Montana is mostly open bear country. The roads that cross the badlands in their region were mostly unused. Being as it was a desert region a lot of things rot a bit faster here.
This was no different.
The difference was that the eggs were rather large Ostrich eggs. Each one marked with a different number and a different colored coding. What they did not understand was how did it end up here at this dig site?
“Maybe someone dropped it out of their truck when they drove pass? People do that all the time?” one of the volunteers said.
“Why would they color code these eggs for? Is it some sort of experiment?” this time it was the lead scientist who said something.
All the volunteers took the broken eggs out of the crate. The ones that were still intact were moved to another location one being that they are warm. The other that they are actually heavier then a normal egg.
“I bet these are for some sort of Ostrich farm somewhere?” another volunteer said.
“Who the fuck knows!” a third said.
Out of all the eggs in the crate which was about twenty something. Only six were still intact. The meaning was that the eggs were in the inner most part of the crate surrounded by the others. As they were put on the side. The volunteers cleaned up the mess of the crate and disposed of the eggs that were destroyed.
The eggs that were still intact they moved to an area by the window. The window had the most sun so it was also the warmest in the trailer they were placed in. As soon as the eggs were place people had gotten back to work to clean up the mess that was their dig site.
It was not till night fall that the owner of the trailer stepped in. Dressed in dirty clothes the lead scientist dusted himself off before heading towards the shower. When he came out clean once again he made his way up to the box with the eggs inside.
“Now why the hell would they want me to keep them here?” he asked.
Then he shrugged knowing his students they wanted him to keep them until they hatched.
Then what?
Donate them to a zoo?
He thought it was ridiculous as he stared at them again.
That was when he saw it.
Did one of the eggs just moved? He asked himself.
It turns out that the egg did move. And then another started to move as well. It was not long till all six eggs started to move and make noise. The scientist was startled at the sight of all six eggs starting to move. The peeping sound they made had shown that they were alive and that there was something inside of them. Now when the man looked down at the eggs one of them made a tiny crack as it started to break apart.
He quickly moved the box away from the now cold dark sky outside. Taking it to the bed area of his trailer he sat it down so he can see for himself what was being born.
The eggs continued to crack and break, but the occupants have yet to make an appearance. He watched as they slowly but surely formed a circle around the egg. He carefully placed the hatching eggs on his bed when they did this. As the first one was finally done breaking the shell the baby hatchling inside started to push the egg shell away.
He watched as a dark gray body start to push the egg away from him. Now he has studied fossils and ancient dinosaurs for years but never in his life did he witness the birth of a bird. Many scientists say that many bird species are born without feathers and that it takes time for them to grow. He was not one to argue with them.
What he discovered next however would change his life forever...
“WHAT THE FUCK!”
To be continued