Now for something different. In 2004, Animal Planet showed as new series called Animal Face Off, a series reconstructing conflicts between coexisting animals. While the execution was clumsy and lacking, the concept is strong and I think easily applied to prehistoric fauna. Ideally, there would be professionals discussing the situations, but unfortunately, you have only me. First I will compare the animals, and then depict their behavior, before concluding with the final battle. The outcome will be my personal opinion; and there would be many times when the outcome would be decidedly different. This is not a scientific consensus, but one researcher’s opinion.
We all love dinosaur battles. They’re always a high point in a film. It’s childish, but it’s just plain fun. So, I’m hoping to use this opportunity to use this almost-universal appeal to get people thinking and talking about ecology, biomechanics, and behavior. Only one or two of these stories will be based on actual fossils-the rest are likely possibilities that must have happened sometime or another. In real life, animals usually don’t fight on even terms, but it does happen. Sometimes prey turn the tables, sometimes predators quarrel between themselves, but it can happen. I hope you enjoy this. Again, first I will have two scenes, one for each animal showing them in their habitat and showcasing their particular skills, then finally concluding with a battle between the two.
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The last time on this feature, we saw a dinosaur predator
come up as second-rate compared to its rauisuchid rival. A mass extinction,
however, has changed everything. A mysterious catastrophe has caused a total
ecological upheaval. The giant Plateosaurus is extinct, but new families of
sauropodomorphs have arisen. Some are gracile bipeds, other are giant
quadrupeds-the first sauropods. Dicynodonts are now extinct. Aetosaurs and
Silesaurs, their successors, have also fallen to the extinction. Their
predators; the rauisuchians and ornithosuchians are also gone. In this
catastrophe, dinosaurs have taken over.
The time is the Sinemurian, about 192 million years ago.
It’s dry-it will remain so for several more million years. The best analogy for
this area is an oasis by a seaside desert, like the large oases of Western Tunisia. This will be the sandstones of northern Arizona in the present
day, but the American coast is further inland and lakes dot the desert
landscape.
Araucaria trees form the open, scattered forests, with cycads
filling in the gaps. It’s the beginning of the wet season, and animals are
beginning to breed with the new greenery. Silesaurs have been replaced with
small, lithe heterodontosaurs. A large armored dinosaur, the first of a new
type, browses in the cycads. This is Scelidosaurus, ancestor to the great
armored dinosaurs in the future. It’s a new species, and has not displaced its more
nimble ancestors however.
In its wake are a pair of Scutellosaurus, who at first
glance look more like the heterodontosaurs. They’re small, slender, and bipedal,
unlike the big, bulky quadruped that breaks the cycad ferns as it trundles
along. However, a close inspection will reveal bony armor. They’re armored from the attacks of small
dinosaurs and primitive crocodiles like the lithe Kayentasuchus and the more
advanced, heavier Protosuchus that is replacing the former species.
Their teeth are simple, broad bladed leaf-cutters and they
lack the beak of their larger, more advanced relative. They prefer the young
shoots exposed by the Scelidosaurus’ munching and the crushed fern detritus.
They’ve just come from the water hole on their usual game trail. For their
routine-based brains, they use the same paths over and over again from
hatchlings into old age.
This predictability, however, leads to routines in their
predators. Usually it’s the smaller theropod Megapnosaurus, descended from
Coelophysis and nearly identical. However, the Scutellosaurs adjust their
behavior by trailing the giant Scelidosaurus, which can ably protect them with
its armored flail of a tail. However,
today is different. Watching them, in the cover of a large cycad, is their
predator for today. At 20 feet and almost 1,000 lbs, he is the largest predator
of the Jurassic. He is a descendant of Liliensternus, but without the
rauisuchians to keep him down, he’s as big as they are, but still light enough
to run down most of the prey. Last week
he killed a Kayentasuchus, but this time he returns to his old game trail.
With yellow and black skin and a pair of bright red-orange
crests, he’s pretty obvious. His best chance in stalking is to lurk in the
groves to maximize his chances. Right now, he waits behind a tree for the prey
to come into view. He first sees the Scelidosaurus. His mind associates it with
bad memories. He’s fought them before-the odds are against him. For a brief
second he backs away, but his attention span is seized by new, potential
prey.
Yes, Scutellosaurus. He’s had them before. They’re
delicious. Caution and hunger engage in the endless debate inside the mind of
any predator. Hunger makes him shadow the small group. Caution makes him wait
until they’re out of range of the Scelidosaurus’ tail. Then hunger has the
final say-he strikes.
He’s more than four feet at the hip-his long legs deliver
powerful strides. Scelidosaurus’ brain activates its defense mode at the sudden
movement. The tail swipes, and is only narrowly dodged. Ducking under the tail,
Dilophosaurus ignores the larger herbivore and heads straight for the smaller
prey. They flee into the cycads with Dilophosaurus at their tails.
He strikes, but his glancing blow and weak teeth fail to
penetrate the armor. Instead, both animals are slowed as the other
Scutellosaurus makes her getaway. The other isn’t as lucky; Dilophosaurus kicks
down, knocking the slower dinosaur into the dust. It rolls to right itself,
narrowly avoiding the snapping jaws. Another kick knocks the Scutellosaurus
back down, and this time, Dilophosaurus grabs with his claws. They don’t piece
the thick armor of the sides, but they provide enough leverage for
Dilophosaurus to lift the prey off the ground and aim a slash. The first bite
severs the femoral artery. The second one is more immediate, slashing open the
neck With a hard yank, the large curved
teeth slice though the thinner skin of the throat, severing arteries and
windpipe with a single, efficient movement.
Feeling the Scutellosaurus go limp in his hands, he drops it
only to gingerly manipulate the body with his claws. His teeth cleanly slice
through the flesh of the underside and limbs. He will leave the armor and
larger bones to scavengers, but the rest he picks clean with his narrow,
precise snout’s clean bites. It’s a snack for a large endothermic predator like
Dilophosaurus, but it will sate his hunger; yesterday’s cynodont and lungfish
are supplanted quite nicely. Tomorrow he will hunt again, and if he’s lucky
will take a larger prey.
Another grove of trees at the lake will not be able to
provide cover, however. It’s currently being stripped. At 10 feet tall, these
Aracauria are out of the reach of the ornithiscians, but not tall enough to
avoid the sauropodomorphs. About 5 or 6 Sarahsaurus browse together, using
their broad clipping teeth to chop up the fibrous leaves and processing them in
their pebble-filled gizzards. It’s the formation of a herd; their families and
groups are informal, based on age groups. These 10 year olds have been together
for only a month but they’ve already mated multiple times amongst each
other. It’s not their first time; by
this state in their life reproduction’s part of their routine and they’re at
their peak size of about 16 feet long.
Some have even started to lay nests and keep lazy but
constant watch on them. Predators will not be tolerated around their nests, but
they’re easily distracted. This is something a certain Megapnosaurus is
counting on. He’s been frustrated by the competition; other predators, mostly
his own species, have picked clean a nearby turtle carcass, depopulated the
shallower cynodont burrows, and cleaned the riverbank of crabs and lungfish.
Last week’s shark carcass brought just enough calories for today. This time,
he’ll try his luck at egg-robbery.
He’s timed it right in terms of eggs-all the females have
laid their eggs and no other thieves have touched them. Now all he has to do is
duck in, eat as many as he can while their slow-witted guardians are
distracted, and then make a getaway when they move. It’s a simple plan; he’s
done it before, and he’s been lucky.
The plan is enacted; one of the sauropods browsing near the
egg has finished her tree, and moves towards another. She plants her long claws
into the bark and stands parallel to the trunk. With a powerful movement of her
strong forelimbs, she pulls down the tree while pulling herself up at the same
time. This allows her head to reach the top and start feeding.
Meanwhile, Megapnosaurus is tucking into the nest in front
of him. Eggs are a rare treat-they can be well guarded, but they’re full of
protein and fat. He’s too distracted to notice the wind shifting. He’s too
distracted to notice a big female turn from her tree and look in his direction.
He’s too distracted to react until she’s already on top of him.
He hears the low growl, turning to see his attacker. Too
late to run, he tries to deter her with a snap of his razor-lined jaws. It’s
not a direct hit, and it barely leaves a scratch on her neck. With a bellow of
rage, she swipes at him. Sarahsaurus is armed with four to five-inch curved
claws, the largest on her thumbs. Sloths
and anteaters in the Holocene are well-armed with similar claws, and can
inflict serious damage on larger cats and humans that prey on them. The lightly
built skull of Megapnosaurus barely withstands the impact of her powerful
swipe, the claws slashing his face badly.
Stunned and blinded by his own blood, Megapnosaurus can’t
react to further bloods. Another swipe rips open his neck, the claw opening an
artery. A third strikes him solidly in the torso, knocking him sideways off his
feet and sending him flying through the air. Already dying from his grievous
wounds, his life ends suddenly when the strike caves in his ribs and mashes in
his internal organs with a combination of impact and acceleration. He’s dead before his body crashes to land,
bounces with remaining momentum, and tumbles into the dust.
Sarahsaurus doesn’t make sure he’s dead. Her brain is simple
and her anger passes after one last roar at the corpse. The eggs are safe, and
the smell of living enemy is passed. The other Sarahsaurs only briefly paused
to glance at the violence, and return to their trees with the mental equivalent
of a shrug. They don’t care about the lost eggs or the fight. The predator’s
gone and the eggs have already been laid. That’s all they know and need to
know.
In nature today, predators usually don’t eat large,
dangerous prey. However, they do take chances when they have to, especially
when other prey is scarce. In this case, however, it’s a gamble of opportunism.
The lush plants have attracted a multitude of herbivores ranging in size from
heterodontosaurs to prosauropods. However, there is a downside as some areas
become more overbrowsed than others. Dilophosaurus has eaten only small prey
lately-a Protosuchus here, a heterodontosaur there, and the previous week’s
Scutellosaurus have been as large as prey gets. As the rains go on,
Dilophosaurus finds his stomach growling for meatier fare. Another day of rain
lowers visibility, and by the time it’s over, many of the prey have moved on to
fresh forage.
Big-game hunting has previously been a domain only for
rauisuchids in the Triassic, but as the theropods have flourished and grown in
size, they have begun to take larger and larger prey. Large predators have the
advantage of being able to overpower more kinds of prey than smaller animals,
but the cost of size is lots of calories. Dilophosaurus’ metabolism requires a
lot of meat, requiring larger and larger prey. At this point in time, predators
have become larger than their prey, and although the prey is well-armed,
Dilophosaurus can eat almost anything. Or can it?
As the rain dies down and the sky clears up, Dilophosaurus
flares its nostrils and pivots his head from side to side. The large crests
limit Dilophosaurus’ forward vision, but the sauropodomorphs have evolved
laterally placed eyes to cover large visual ranges as well. It all depends on
which animal sees which first.
He’s lucky this time; he can smell prey nearby. His nose is
sensitive enough to identify the species, and his brain recognizes body shapes
and sizes and associates them with past experiences. Right now, Dilophosaurus
smells large but unarmored prey. Instinctively, he moves to the nearest cover
as his begins his approach. His luck
stays-he sees the Sarahsaur herd, but it unnoticed in turn. Perfect.
A small flock of heterodontosaurs see him, and scatter as he
dislodges them from the brush. Fortunately, the prosauropods don’t notice. More
alert dinosaurs will learn to react from sudden movement, activating more
complex defensive behavior. Prosauropods react only in the short term. Unless
they distinctly smell or see a predator, they won’t change their standard
behavior.
As usual, they’re eating. Big animals require lots of food,
as mentioned before, and for plant eaters it means spending most of the time
eating. This is inefficient as plant fiber isn’t very nutritious, so herbivores
compensate by bulk and ways to process it. In this case, it’s the first
gizzard. As sauropodmorphs evolve, they will increase in size, partially to
increase the size of their digestive tract and gizzard to more efficiently
process the food.
Dilophosaurus draws closer, moving as quickly as possible to
take advantage of the wind at his face.
A Kayentasuchus and Scelidosaur shuffle out of the way, but he pays them
no mind. At the moment, the Sarahsaurs have split up, having finished one cycad
and spreading out to others. The nearest one is the big female that slew the
Megapnosaurus, a poor target but the one he’s singled out. Other Meganosaurs
cannibalized the corpse, and Dilophosaurus wouldn’t care even if he had seen
it. All he sees is prey.
Meanwhile, the Sarahsaurus and her clan are in their usual
habit, each picking a cycad to browse. The sharp leaves and horny trunk of the
plants evolved to discourage browsers, but the herbivores simply push and slash
the blades aside with clawed paws and reach up and over into the softer parts
with their long necks. It’s efficient,
and an impetus for the plants to reproduce more and grow taller. In turn the
herbivores will grow bigger and develop more efficient feeding physiology.
Dilophosaurus’ feeding, on the other hand, is less food
processor and more teppanyaki chef, and less grocery and more murder. He has to find a target and bring it down.
While plants are harder to digest than meat, they don’t fight back or run away,
so the nature of the predator is speed, surprise, and dangerous weapons.
Right now he has surprise, an element he must maintain. He
doesn’t run yet-he takes quick but long steps towards the prey. The wind, for the moment, is on his side. If
all goes well, he can quickly bring down the Sarahsaurus before she can even
notice he’s there. He’s done it before to juveniles and subadults. This could
go very easy if his luck holds.
It’s when he is within striking distance that his luck
turns, or rather, the wind. Suddenly Sarahsaurus can smell him. Alarms go off
in her head, and she turns swiftly towards the source. Her vision isn’t that
good, but she recognizes Dilophosaurus as a dangerous predator. She gives out a
bellow and raises her claws in defense, alerting the rest of the group.
Dilophosaurus gambles-instead of withdrawing, he stands his
ground and makes a mock charge. The jaws snap less than a foot away from her
skin, and she instinctively swipes at him. Despite the large crests,
Dilophosaurus’ skull is light like those of its ancestors and relations. While
it’s fragile and easily damaged from strong shocks, it’s also very mobile and
allows for swift, agile movements. In
this case, Dilophosaurus darts his head back from Sarahsaurus’ attack.
Sarahsaurus raises herself to full height, emphasizing her
size and allowing her to deliver more effective strikes at the large predator. Her
head is raised high, giving her a better view of her attacker and keeping her
vulnerable neck away from the deadly jaws.
When Dilophosaurus aims a bite at her neck, she shifts her neck and body
to the side while slashing at him as he closes.
He reaches high to attack her throat, but it exposes his own
throat to attack and barely escapes her claws. He goes for her stomach, but she
briefly leans back on her tail to deliver a kick. Her feet are as well-armed as
her hands, and a direct hit could disembowel Dilophosaurus. He leans out of the
way on his long legs, and bites at her thigh. She’s slower to respond, and
while he’s again driven off, Sarahsaurus’ leg is now slashed by the theropod’s
teeth. First blood goes to Dilophosaurus.
She stumbles from the pain, giving Dilophosaurus an opening to attack again. This time he goes for the kill, but it’s a premature decision. Ironically, the injury causes Sarahsaurus to stumble out of the way of Dilophosaurus’ path. She catches him this time, slashing his shoulder and side. Her long thumb claw pierces into his flesh, scarring his scapula and staggering him in turn.
He backsteps away from a second, fatal blow, hissing in pain
and flashing his teeth to draw off a third strike. In turn, she rears up again
and raises her arms spread outwards while letting out a hiss of her own.
There’s a standoff; if he moves to
attack, she can catch him again and inflict a more grievous injury. If she
moves forward to attack or disengages, she risks letting Dilophosaurus get an
opening. For a moment, they catch their
breaths, blood pouring from their wounds as their hearts beat fast from their
adrenaline.
Flanking is a natural enough tactic for Dilophosaurus, but
he’s not as sophisticated as his descendants. As he swiftly moves to attack
Sarahsaurus’ side, she leans forward as the wound causes another stumble.
Again, it foils Dilophosaurus’ own plans; as she leans forward, her tail raises
and switches from support to club. Like a man swinging his cane or crutch at an
attacker, Sarahsaurus’ tail swings, hitting Dilophosaurus right in his injury.
Reeling backwards in pain, Dilophosaurus allows Sarahsaurus
to right herself and turn to face him again. He could give up now; his injuries
are savage but not so to cripple him or bleed out. He could retreat now, and
ambush Sarahsaurus later as she recovers from her injury. He’s too hungry,
though, to reconsider. His brain is still in attack mode. He’s not bright
enough to pull back now. He’s in pain, but not discouraged.
This time Dilophosaurus tries a new attack. First crouching
to avoid another slash, he springs forward, slashing with his own claws and
kicking out with clawed feet. The injured arm lazily swings, his shoulder too
badly torn to strike. However, his feet land the critical hits. One slashes her
stomach, and the second lands a hit on the same injured leg.
Sarahsaurus falls forwards on her side, splashing into the
mud. There’s a new flash of pain from her leg, a muscle spasm, another flash
from her stomach, and finally a blast of shock, compounded by falling on her
injured thigh. Flailing blindly as she falls, a thumb claw slashes
Dilophosaurus’ other shoulder and thigh. If she was still fresh, those would be
crucial blows in themselves, but it’s too late.
As the herbivore struggles to right herself, Dilophosaurus
goes in for the kill. This time, he strikes true. The bite rips open her neck,
but it doesn’t stop. It’s not a hard bone crushing bite like those of a
tyrannosaur, or a rending bite of a rauisuchian, but a series of short, sharp
snaps. His neck and jaws twitch as soon as they make contact, sawing his teeth
into Sarahsaurus’ flesh. Each twitch sends the jaw rapidly slicing through the
flesh like a teppanyaki chef chopping meat. His ginsu set of teeth, especially
long in the upper jaw, are slender but still sharp, and they shred the muscles,
sever the windpipe and arteries, and end Sarahsaurus’ life in shock and red
mist.
It’s a well-earned victory, and he quickly takes advantage
of it. He’s never killed an animal this big, and he will gorge himself until
it’s physically impossible to eat more. As soon as his jaws finish ripping
through the flesh of Sarahusaur’s neck, he moves on. A nip of the hooked tip of
his snout opens the wound on her stomach, and he uses his narrow skull to snake
into her abdomen to get at the nutritious organs underneath. He pulls out her
liver first, devours it in a violent shredding motion of his jaws, then moves
on to the other organs.
The kill will attract scavengers, but even though he’s
wounded, he’s not afraid. It’s a bit of a distance for other Dilophosaurs to
cross to get to his oasis, and hopefully his crest will advertise his identity
to ward off other males and attract females. In fact, this fresh meal might be
his ticket to a mate. He’s done this before. If the food lasts long enough,
they can form a bonded pair and hunt together for a brief time until the next
dry season.
Dilophosaurus’ win was lucky, but luck built on evolutionary
success. The success of the theropod’s physical characteristics gave him
agility, intelligence, and very effective armament. The rauisuchids’ extinction
allowed him to grow even larger than they and their prosauropod prey. Indeed, his African counterpart Dracovenator
is putting pressure of Sarahsaurus’ sister species Massonspondylus and
promoting the growth of new, bigger sauropods.
Dilophosaurus may have won the day today and in this age,
but the arms race will continue. Right now the size race favors the predators,
but the tables will turn, and escalate, and force new forms of theropod to
replace Dilophosaurus in order to prey on the grandchildren of Sarahsaurus.
Their physiologies will become obsolete in a few million years, but they are
the standard and the blueprint of things to come. Dilophosaurus will be
overshadowed by the members of the dynasty, but for now, it is the king.
Enjoyed your Dilophosaurus story. Reminds me of the tales in Walking With Dinosaurs BBC. I recently saw a full-sized model of Dilophosaurus at a CT museum, Dinosaur State Park (Rocky Hill CT). I never realized how big Dilophosaurus was until I visited the place.
ReplyDeleteVery cool, like a Walking with Dinosaurs script. A bit brave with the tail propping prosauropod. Is the third from the last pic with the dino figs one of your own?
ReplyDeleteNo, it is photography from another dinosaur collector-I don't own the Safari Dilphosaurus as of yet :)
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