More ROM shelves; I remember the darker skull from the old dinosaur hall but could be quite mistaken. (Telling theropod skulls apart reliably is a bit beyond me.) And I liked the little purple guy with the spikes.
No birding today; I woke with a thick head and a scratchy throat and elected to believe that a day spent being a slug would do this more good than a walk in the rain.
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