Back in Prehistoric Texas, Nigel is once again on the hunt for Deinosuchus. This time, he's using a kayak to get upstream.
"I know this is dangerous, but this is probably the only way I can get to fresh water. The forests are too dense to travel through, and it gives the Albertosaurus plenty of cover to hide behind, so this is the lesser of two evils."
Still, Nigel is extremely cautious. Until hippos evolve 59 million years later, nothing can challenge the dominance of the Deinosuchus in the water.
Then, Nigel hears something. Turning around, he finds himself face to face with his quarry.
And it's headed straight toward him.
Nigel brandishes his paddle for a fight, even if the effort would ultimately be futile. The croc, however, decides to descend into the depths of the river.
Cautious, Nigel searches for the giant crocodylian. Then, something bashes the side of the kayak. Alarmed, Nigel looks around, but it seems that the croc has lost interest in him.
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Back at the park, Bob is dealing with a significantly more tame resident: the wooly rhino.
Or, rather, his waste.
"This feller, he's actually pretty docile. He's doing pretty well in present, and eating properly from the start, unlike Martha. Unfortunately for us, this means he leaves a lot of dung behind for us to clean up."
As Bob continues to observe the rhino, it is joined by the Arsinerotherium. Both animals acknowledge each other before going back to their normal routines.
"These creatures are becoming the best of friends. Actually pretty nice to watch them bond."
Then, Bob feels something breathing on him. Turning around, he finds himself facing the male terror bird, nicknamed Phil.
"Oh, not again!"
The terror bird's response is just to stare on, curious.
"Control, we've got a terror bird on the loose, get a truck and some meat."
Park control responds, and soon, the terror bird is being led back home.
"We really need to fix his exhibit soon."
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Back in Prehistoric Texas, Nigel has reached a lake. And on one of its banks rests his quarry.
On that shore rests at least six Deinosuchus. In the heat of mid-morning, the giant crocodiles are warming up for hunting later in the day.
Nigel, not wanting to miss an opportunity for animal watching, takes cover in a bush nearby the giant predators.
"This is as close as I dare come to these majestic predators."
Nearby, Nigel notices a large group of plant eaters.
"There is the Parasaurolophus herd we saw earlier. They must be thirsty. They know the risk, but they have to come here to drink the water."
Nearby, Nigel notices another herd of hadrosaurs, as well as a group of ceratopsians.
"There, those hadrosaurs are Angulomastacator, while the ceratopsians are Agujaceratops. It looks like they all need to come here to get a drink."
Just then, one of the parasaurs breaks off from the herd and heads down to the lake shore.
"That young Parasaurolophus, it isn't wary at all. It might be that Deinosuchus is so rare that it hasn't seen one before."
Just as the young dinosaur begins to drink in earnest, one of the crocodilians bursts out of the water and snatches it. The poor hadrosaur is helpless in the face of predator and is soon dragged in. From there, it is subjected to the death roll that is famous among crocodiles.
As soon as the dinosaur is drowned, more Deinosuchus arrive, taking turns pinning down the carcass while others rip chunks of flesh from it. This grisly spectacle presents an obvious question: how do you being home of this predators without ending up inside them?
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