After some more back-and-forth, you and Brett decide to spend the night near the duckbill nesting grounds. You make camp far enough from the hadrosaurs that they don't glare or hiss at you, but close enough that they'll serve as an early warning system if something untoward shows up in the middle of the night. You'd like to get up before dawn to find out what swamp-dwelling dinosaurs put in an early-morning appearance.
As the evening's campfire dies down, you mull over today's events. No, not everything went according to plan by any means. Nonetheless, the most remarkable event today was: