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The Dinosaurs

The gallery from the man who mounted the bones — and which skeleton is holding a secret in its tail.

A large mounted dinosaur skeleton under a spotlight
The main hall mount. Roughly four tonnes of fossil and steel. The brass collar at the base of the tail is mine — see below.

What you're actually looking at

The dinosaur gallery on the second floor is the one everybody comes for, and it earns it. The big mount in the centre hall is a barosaurus — a long-necked plant-eater that stood about four storeys when it was alive. If you want the dry encyclopaedia version, the Wikipedia entry is accurate enough; it will tell you it lived in the Late Jurassic and ate conifers. It won't tell you that the mount in front of you is roughly sixty percent real fossil and forty percent cast.

That ratio is normal. Nobody mounts a hundred percent real bone on a free-standing armature; the weight alone would crack it, and the insurance people would have a fit. The skull on this one is a cast. The real skull is in a drawer in the collections room on the lower level, because the original was crushed flat and nobody wanted to risk it on a public mount. If you ever wondered why the head looks slightly off from certain angles — that's why. It's a cast of a squashed skull, straightened out by a very patient person with a lot of epoxy and a dental pick.

The tail collar

In 2013 we re-mounted the tail. The old armature had a resonance problem: every time a school group ran past, the last four vertebrae would pick up the vibration and hum. Faintly, but you could hear it if you stood close. Drove the guards mad for nine years. I solved it with a brass collar at the third joint — a two-piece clamp with a rubber gasket inside, machined by a guy named Pavel who worked in the buildings shop and never once complained about my sketches. If you look at the base of the tail where it meets the armature, that's it. It still hums a little on a busy Saturday, but you have to put your ear against the glass.

A mounted skeleton is not a sculpture. It's a compromise between what the animal was and what steel will hold.

Which skeleton has a secret

The hadrosaur in the east corner — the duck-billed one standing on its hind legs — has a secret in its tail. When we re-mounted it in 2014 we found a healed fracture in the eleventh caudal vertebra. That animal broke its tail as a juvenile and lived another decade. You can't see the break from the rope line. You can see it if you get low and look up under the tail, which the guards will politely ask you not to do.

I've told maybe forty people about that fracture over the years. Two of them were palaeontologists who didn't know. One was a nine-year-old girl who then explained it to her entire class, loudly, in the gift shop.

What to look for if you have ten minutes

Kids and the gallery

It's the loudest room in the building on a Saturday. There are touch screens, there's a fossil dig pit with rubber gravel, and there is at least one animatronic that makes a noise like a dropped filing cabinet. If your child is sound-sensitive, go on a Tuesday morning and skip the animatronic alcove on the north side. The staff know it's loud; they'll point you around it if you ask.

My own grandson was terrified of the animatronic until he was six. Then he decided it was his favourite thing in the building and we had to visit it four times in one afternoon. Children are like that.

The gem vault is next door. Same floor, two minutes' walk. Most people do dinosaurs then gems, which is the right order — the vault is quiet and cool and a good place to decompress after the noise. It's also the only room where the guards will let you stand still for ten minutes without asking if you're lost.

If you only have twenty minutes

Go straight to the main mount, walk a full circle around it, then look up at the ceiling above the neck. The lighting rig hangs from a truss that was installed in 2007 and has been adjusted eleven times since. Then leave. Twenty minutes is enough to see the thing that matters, and it's better than rushing the whole floor and remembering none of it.

Timed tickets for the museum are sold by the museum itself — their site is here. I don't sell them, don't hold them, and don't get a cut. If somebody offers you "dinosaur gallery skip-the-line" tickets on another site, that's not a thing — there's no separate dinosaur ticket.

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