Hatch Day
Feelings often lead to emotions. One with a swimming head and a lot on his mind, often writes some of his best work.
You tell me.
Hatch Day.
Minutes turn to hours. Hours turn to days. Days turn to months. That’s how it felt for the female Tyrannosaurus. It had been months since she laid these three eggs, and has spent every minute of those months watching them. Gently rolling them with her snout. Protecting them from scavengers and all manners of smaller animals, looking for a quick meal.
She wasn’t alone in her endeavor though, her mate doing all of the hunting and food gathering for the two of them. She looked up as she heard the familiar sounds of his approaching footsteps, the water puddles in the ground performing their characteristic motion ring with each thunderous step he took.
They found a nice spot upon which to construct their nest. Not too close to the Game Trail to avoid the nest getting destroyed in a stampede, but also not too far to make getting food a hassle.
It had been years since the humans left, abandoned the island and let all of the animals free. These two Rexes were much younger at that point, and had to learn how to survive on their own. With no adults to teach them how, it was a thrilling, yet scary experience for the both of them. They were survivors though, as and they grew, they retook their title as King and Queen of the this section of the island, carving out their own territory. Now they had come full circle, and were ready to bring chicks of their own into the world, as the next generation of Tyrannosaurs to rule this island, with the iron jaws they themselves currently were.
She grew anxious as the hatch day grew closer and closer, wondering each day if it would be the right day. They day when all of her hard work and sacrifice would come to pass and she would have her three chicks. She grunted as the male returned, half a Gallimimus carcass dangling from his mouth. He had been successful on the Game Trail, and split the kill, bringing the rest back for her. He gently touched his giant muzzle to hers, and dropped the meat in front of her, nodding to it and bellowing. He then took his own place on the other side of the nest and laid down, gently turning each egg with his giant snout. He could feel it too, the eggs were going to hatch soon. Both parents rested their large heads on the sides of the mound, tired and lazy in the hot sun of the planes. Their nest was situated under some trees, but the humidity would never be blocked by any such shade.
They were lazily napping when a sharp, high pitched sound came from the next. Both completely awake now, they turned as a small crack appeared down the side of the first egg. It shook slightly, wobbling in place on the flat side of the egg, so as not to tip over and split before the egg was ready to actually hatch. The crack started at the center and worked its way both up and down the egg, separating the shell into large piece patches, which would start to fall away as the infant wiggled its body, trying to escape its calcium prison. With a surge of strength, the tiny head with rows of tiny needle sized teeth erupted from the egg, and looked around into the new wide world.
With its massive green eyes, it looked around, and found itself staring into the faces of the two most important figures in its young life, its mother and father. Both parents bent their necks down further into the nest to lick the new hatchling and let it get familiar with their scent, sight, and touch. The rest of the eggshell fell away and the hatchling was on its feet already, prancing around the nest.
It stopped when it noticed the other two eggs, which had not hatched yet, and were showing no signs of doing so. The female looked at these two with a mixture of anger and depression inside. It was more anger, the fact that she cared for these two eggs so well and they still did not hatch. Disregarding it for the time being, she turned her attention back to the baby, who was still investigating the rest of the nest. Rumbling contently to her mate, they laid back down, watching junior play around in the nest, as the day pushed on.
You tell me.
Hatch Day.
Minutes turn to hours. Hours turn to days. Days turn to months. That’s how it felt for the female Tyrannosaurus. It had been months since she laid these three eggs, and has spent every minute of those months watching them. Gently rolling them with her snout. Protecting them from scavengers and all manners of smaller animals, looking for a quick meal.
She wasn’t alone in her endeavor though, her mate doing all of the hunting and food gathering for the two of them. She looked up as she heard the familiar sounds of his approaching footsteps, the water puddles in the ground performing their characteristic motion ring with each thunderous step he took.
They found a nice spot upon which to construct their nest. Not too close to the Game Trail to avoid the nest getting destroyed in a stampede, but also not too far to make getting food a hassle.
It had been years since the humans left, abandoned the island and let all of the animals free. These two Rexes were much younger at that point, and had to learn how to survive on their own. With no adults to teach them how, it was a thrilling, yet scary experience for the both of them. They were survivors though, as and they grew, they retook their title as King and Queen of the this section of the island, carving out their own territory. Now they had come full circle, and were ready to bring chicks of their own into the world, as the next generation of Tyrannosaurs to rule this island, with the iron jaws they themselves currently were.
She grew anxious as the hatch day grew closer and closer, wondering each day if it would be the right day. They day when all of her hard work and sacrifice would come to pass and she would have her three chicks. She grunted as the male returned, half a Gallimimus carcass dangling from his mouth. He had been successful on the Game Trail, and split the kill, bringing the rest back for her. He gently touched his giant muzzle to hers, and dropped the meat in front of her, nodding to it and bellowing. He then took his own place on the other side of the nest and laid down, gently turning each egg with his giant snout. He could feel it too, the eggs were going to hatch soon. Both parents rested their large heads on the sides of the mound, tired and lazy in the hot sun of the planes. Their nest was situated under some trees, but the humidity would never be blocked by any such shade.
They were lazily napping when a sharp, high pitched sound came from the next. Both completely awake now, they turned as a small crack appeared down the side of the first egg. It shook slightly, wobbling in place on the flat side of the egg, so as not to tip over and split before the egg was ready to actually hatch. The crack started at the center and worked its way both up and down the egg, separating the shell into large piece patches, which would start to fall away as the infant wiggled its body, trying to escape its calcium prison. With a surge of strength, the tiny head with rows of tiny needle sized teeth erupted from the egg, and looked around into the new wide world.
With its massive green eyes, it looked around, and found itself staring into the faces of the two most important figures in its young life, its mother and father. Both parents bent their necks down further into the nest to lick the new hatchling and let it get familiar with their scent, sight, and touch. The rest of the eggshell fell away and the hatchling was on its feet already, prancing around the nest.
It stopped when it noticed the other two eggs, which had not hatched yet, and were showing no signs of doing so. The female looked at these two with a mixture of anger and depression inside. It was more anger, the fact that she cared for these two eggs so well and they still did not hatch. Disregarding it for the time being, she turned her attention back to the baby, who was still investigating the rest of the nest. Rumbling contently to her mate, they laid back down, watching junior play around in the nest, as the day pushed on.