Post by Joe Botting on Apr 16, 2007 12:23:08 GMT -5
Poor Lucy. She never gets a day off.
There we were, passing through the local City Farm, and she picks up a grotty bit of rock in the garden. "Is this a sponge?" she asks. "Not a chance," says I. Five minutes later: "What about this one?" Hmmm. "Oh."
It turns out the flower beds are full of bit of sponge, almost identical to some that we've collected in a place called Faringdon, in Oxfordshire. By the end we also had oysters, corals, sphinctozoans, and a sponge that looks horribly like one from later in the Cretaceous, called Porosphaera. We're now wondering if they've bought in gravel from somewhere that the sponge gravel is exposed, but not the main (and so far only) locality. It's been very well studied, and I'm sure some of the bits we've got shouldn't be there.
Not bad for an afternoon's jaunt in suburbia - I've got her well trained! ;D
Joe
There we were, passing through the local City Farm, and she picks up a grotty bit of rock in the garden. "Is this a sponge?" she asks. "Not a chance," says I. Five minutes later: "What about this one?" Hmmm. "Oh."
It turns out the flower beds are full of bit of sponge, almost identical to some that we've collected in a place called Faringdon, in Oxfordshire. By the end we also had oysters, corals, sphinctozoans, and a sponge that looks horribly like one from later in the Cretaceous, called Porosphaera. We're now wondering if they've bought in gravel from somewhere that the sponge gravel is exposed, but not the main (and so far only) locality. It's been very well studied, and I'm sure some of the bits we've got shouldn't be there.
Not bad for an afternoon's jaunt in suburbia - I've got her well trained! ;D
Joe
Looking forward to going back at some point.