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Something's coming your way! Or rather, several somethings. Their red-and-brown markings blend into the landscape, especially those with muted coloration. More strikingly, each beast sports a long, fluted headpiece jutting straight back from its skull.

"They're at least as big as the duck-billed hadrosaurs," you estimate.

The dinosaurs alternate between loping on four legs and rising up on their back legs to survey the territory, nostrils flaring.

"Man, are they fast." Brett's got her own binoculars plastered to her face. "I've never seen anything like them. Not on YouTube or any nature show."

"Me neither. They do say lots of species left no fossils. Or none that we've found."

The lead beast lets out a caterwauling that sounds for all the world like a kazoo. Brett bursts out laughing. Her mirth is infectious.

Between guffaws, you say, "They're lambeosaurines. The apparatuses on their heads are actually hollow horns. They blow air through their nasal cavities."

Two more answer the lead beast in kind.

"It's a Cretaceous kazoo chorus," Brett remarks.

"Kazoo-heads. We've found a new species of kazoo-heads."

"Is that the scientific name?"