Saturday, 16 March 2013
Butterflies to Dinosaurs
too many pictures of butterflies. And butterfly-like things.
(There was an exhibit of the work of a doctor (or artist, or something) who apparently practiced radical plastic surgery on the heads and faces of presumably horribly sadly disfigured insects, the goal surely being to give them back a sense of dignity and a hope of a mostly normal life. See for yourself more examples, by following the link in the previous paragraph.)
So, we were in Hamilton for much of this March break, with (besides the family interludes) many activities (semi-) planned. The first stop was the Children's Museum, where many crafts were done. The kids made their own sheet of paper. They colourfully rubbed leaves. They made toilet paper roll trees. They played tic-tac-toe on an enormous vecro wall. Then, the second day was for the flutter-bys.
There were triceratops and tyrannosaurus skulls on swivel mounts, fitted with a mirror and lens system, that let you look through and see something like how they might have seen. There was a wheelbarrow full of dinosaur poo (t-rex's output, per hour, we are told). The now fashionably feathered troodon made an appearance (for which Istra will correct your pronunciation of, whether you ask her to or not, as she did for me). And anyhow, it's always delightful to just stand under the serrated slavering jaws of a huge, multi-story (though still not fully grown?) tyrant lizard and smile for a camera. Say "cheese", Aunty Belle! Don't worry about the stray child apparently to be devoured -- he's so small he'll probably fall out between t-rex's teeth, and possibly even survive enough to receive fanciful facial reconstruction surgery from the good butterfly doctor-artist, as seen above... Yay, science!