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Just like one of my girls

This here’s a Caudipterix. It’s a peacock-sized dinosaur that lived about 125 million years ago. It could run real good, but it couldn’t fly. Don’t it just look like a chicken?

They’re using a robot recreation of this bird to help answer the central mystery of early flight: did they glide or did they flap? Because apparently he flapped. He didn’t fly, but he (probably) involuntarily flapped as he ran which they think might have eventually led to bursts of flight.

I bet that scared the hell out of the first Caudipterix to achieve liftoff. Article about it here.

Day Two of Weasel’s Birthmonth, and my last working day for a few. It’s a long weekend here, so I took Friday and Tuesday to make myself a very long weekend. I’ll be around, but probably stupid hungover.


Comment from Ric Fan
Time: May 2, 2019, 11:22 pm


Comment from Uncle Al
Time: May 3, 2019, 2:56 am

I know some sheep dip tricks, but I don’ know nothin’ ’bout no cows.

Comment from platypuss
Time: May 3, 2019, 12:39 pm

Happy BM Sweazy!

Comment from DurnedYankee
Time: May 3, 2019, 3:37 pm

And so the flightless bird took wing

And thought with exhilaration and joy
“Awesome! I got away from that saber tooth cat! Ha ha!”

And then,
“Shirt! I don’t know how to fly!”

Followed by the stall warning
“Pull up. Pull up. Pull up. Pull up.”

Comment from Jon
Time: May 3, 2019, 4:53 pm

Dinochicken jazz hands. I dig it!

Comment from Uncle Al
Time: May 4, 2019, 2:42 pm


Followed by the stall warning
“Pull up. Pull up. Pull up. Pull up.”

– I don’t want to be excessively picky, just ordinary garden variety picky: That ain’t the stall warning. It’s the “you’re about to try to fly through terrain but are doomed to fail” warning.

Pulling up puts you into a stall if you aren’t there yet, or deeper into one if you are. Stall warning is the “stick shaker.”

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