Worst sediment I've ever had the displeasure to work with. Is it sand? Is it clay? Is it crunchy iron? Is it rock? The answer is YES. It feels like rock, but isn't yet. Water plus dental picks and elbow grease required. Inside this are the fossils I'm aiming for.

This might not look like much, but this is a big fossiliferous block of compacted sand and clay. They're some kind of invertebrates that thousands of pages of reading and dozens of inquiries have yielded no confident ID. I'm not complaining: I'm thrilled to have my feet back in paleontology.

Stealth attack by Ursa. Didn't see it coming (🙄🤣).

{History with Kayleigh can be heard in the background.}

Moose's delicate feet in rare snow. Strategy: jump as often as possible to avoid the unpleasant frozen toebeans, shake off disgusting falling snowflakes. 💯

One of the more interesting parts of being an archaeologist (which consists mostly of paperwork) is helping to preserve historic cemeteries on a military installation. Today, I'm prepping one for a controlled burn later on this month.

Ursa, bringing her best game to the telework Teams Meeting.

Ursa doesn't seem to understand when Moose is covered up. (She sleeps under the covers every night, but he's not allowed.) She's been investigating for 5 minutes.

Ursa: Yay! I smell so good and dad will snuggle me more!

Moose: Please someone help. Call Sarah MacLachlan. I shall not suffer this indignity in public!

I attended a controlled burn at work to help protect a historic cemetery. Cool experience.

Ursa's new training aid for redirecting her energy. The trick is getting it back after a walk. 😅 #staffordshireterrier #dogs #dogtraining

Moose lives a charmed life. Faux fur blankie, faux bone;his ancestors would be very confused.

Canada geese love to hold up traffic by not using their wonderfully adapted wings to fly from point A to B, but by being little terrestrial therapods and crossing roads on foot in a line, very slowly. 🪿 🦖

Ursa working on her leash training (finally).