There was no question: this was the nest. And Malcolm had been right: one tyrannosaur was noticeably larger than the other.
In a few moments, the squeaking resumed. It sounded to Thorne like baby birds. The adults continued to duck their heads, feeding the unseen babies. A bit of torn flesh landed on the top of the mud mound. As he watched, Thorne saw an infant tyrannosaur rise into view above the rampart, and start to scramble over the side. The infant was about the size of a turkey, with a large head and very large eyes. Its body was covered with a fluffy red down, which gave it a scraggly appearance. A ring of pale-white down circled its neck. The infant squeaked repeatedly and it crawled awkwardly toward the meat, using its weak forearms. But when it finally reached the carrion, it jabbed, biting the flesh decisively with tiny, sharp teeth.
It was busily eating the food when it screeched in alarm and started to slide down the outer wall of dried mud. Immediately, the mother tyrannosaur dropped her head and intercepted the baby's fall, then gently nudged the animal back inside the nest. Thorne was impressed by the delicacy of her movements, the attentive way she cared for her young. The father, meanwhile, continued to tear small pieces of meat. Both animals kept up a continuous purring growl, as if to reassure the infants.
As Thorne watched, he shifted his position. His foot stepped on a branch: there was a sharp crack.
Immediately, both adults jerked their heads up.
Thorne froze; he held his breath.
The tyrannosaurs scanned the area around the nest, looking intently in every direction. Their bodies were tense, their heads alert. Their eyes flicked back and forth, accompanied by little head jerks. After a moment, they seemed to relax again. They bobbed their heads up and down, and rubbed their snouts against each other. It seemed to be some kind of ritual movement, almost a dance. Only then did they resume feeding the infants.
When they had calmed down, Thorne slipped away, moving quietly back to the motorcycle. Arby whispered over the headset, "Dr. Thorne. I can't see you."
Thorne didn't answer. He tapped the microphone with his finger, to signal that he had heard..
Arby whispered, "I think I know where Dr. Levine is. He's off to your left."
Thorne tapped the mike again, and turned.
To his left, among ferns, he saw a rusted bicycle. It said "Prop. InGen Corp." It was leaning against a tree.
Not bad, Arby thought, sitting in the trailer and watching the remote videos as he clicked on them. He now had the monitor divided into quarters; it was a good compromise between lots of views, and images large enough to see.
One of the views looked down from above on the two tyrannosaurs in the secluded clearing. It was midmorning; the sun shone brightly on the muddy, trampled grass of the clearing. In the center he saw a round steep-walled nest of mud. Inside the nest were four mottled white eggs, about the size of footballs. There were also some broken egg fragments, and two baby tyrannosaurs, looking exactly like featherless, squeaking birds, They sat in the nest with their heads turned up like baby birds, mouths gaping wide, waiting to be fed.
Kelly watched the screen and said, "Look how cute they are." And then she added, "We should be out there."
Arby didn't answer her. He was not at all sure he wanted to be any closer. The adults were being very cool about it, but Arby found the idea of these dinosaurs very unnerving in some deep way that he couldn't analyze. Arby had always found it reassuring to organize, to create order in his life - even arranging the images neatly on the computer monitor was calmlng to him. But this island was a place where everything was unknown and unexpected. Where you didn't know what would happen. He found that troubling.
On the other hand, Kelly was excited. She kept making comments about the tyrannosaurs, how big they were, the size of their teeth. She seemed entirely enthusiastic, without any fear at all.
Arby felt annoyed with her.
"Anyway," she said, "what makes you think you know where Dr. Levine is?"
Arbv pointed to the image of the nest, on the monitor. "Watch."
"I see it."
"No. Watch, Kel."
As they stared at the screen, the image moved slightly. It panned to the left, then centered again. "See that?" Arby said.
"So what? Maybe the wind is blowing the carMera or something."
Arby shook his head. "No, Kel. He's up in the tree. Levine's moving the camera."
"Oh." A pause. She watched again. "You might be right."
Arby grinned. That was about all he could expect to get from Kelly. "Yeah, I think so."
"But what's Dr. Levine doing in the tree?"
"Maybe he's adjusting the camera."
They listened to Thorne's breathing over the radio.
Kelly stared at the four video images, each showing a different view of the island. She sighed. "I can't wait to get out there," she said.