What do you mean if? Well I have my own little dinosaur I hatched from an egg I found in the garden. It was a large egg and I’ve no idea how it landed there. It was still warm, so I thought it best to keep it warm and put it in the shed wrapped up in a fleecy blanket.
A few months later the egg hatched and here is a picture of Rupert. I’m not sure what type of dinosaur he is but we are both very used to each other. It’s been trial and error looking after him, but so far so good.
Yes, he does eat meat and it tends to be raw from the butcher. I discourage him from hunting, but I have noticed that the cats that used to frequent my garden are no longer there, either through fear, or perhaps Rupert’s natural instincts.
Rupert is not trainable , but he is actually very timid and won’t leave the garden. Which makes my life so much easier, he has his toys and he doesn’t need walked like a dog. It’s a long garden , so he has plenty of room to run around when he takes the notion, he likes to chase the birds but never catches them. His hopping motion is really funny to watch. I don’t think he’d survive by himself.
He’s three years old now, and the neighbours have got used to his occasional roaring. I’ve had advice from the local zoo, who say he really isn’t that dissimilar to a bearded dragon or a gecko, just bigger. I’ve filled in all the necessary forms for DEFRA, who are totally stumped with classifying him , so don’t bother. As far as there concerned if he stays in my garden then that’s fine.
I’ve ignored the media frenzy and despite being offered pot loads of money, I won’t subject Rupert to all that nonsense, he’s a sensitive soul and I just want him to enjoy his garden, his toys and his food.
The one drawback is dinosaur poo. You don’t want to be near a dinosaur with an upset stomach. Cow’s milk does not agree with him and although when he was a baby I fed him on it and he thrived . Now , he still likes the taste of it , and it’s a disaster when he raids the fridge in the house and drinks his fill. Projectile poo covering twenty metres of lawn and you better hope you’re not standing nearby when that happens. The smell is unbelievable.
Otherwise, on the right diet of raw meat and leafy vegetables, he’s fine and in truth his poos are no problem to clear up with a wheelbarrow and spade. Great for the plants as manure.
Anyway so I’m sure I’m not the only one who has hatched a dinosaur egg, maybe one day I’ll find a mate for my Rupert. I hope so.
Namaste and thank you for reading, may your omnipotent being go with you.
thenotsomightyom 