I grab the oviraptor at the head of the chute, hoisting her into the air by the tail, and swipe hormone gel across her cloaca and then let her go. Ravished, she scuttles towards the egg house, hormonally activated to lay eggs for another month. It's a strange way to make a living. It helps to be quick, because the oviraptors are, and their muzzles are more like beaks than soft things and they hurt when they get you. Funky looking things, sort of like dwarf, leathery skinned ostriches with eyebrows and ridge crests of thin feathers.
People are always surprised at how birdlike they are.
Of course, the truth is that birds are really dinosaurlike. It's not a moment when I want my cell phone to ring. I hold the phone between my chin and my ear and grab a brindle dinosaur tail and haul it up into the air to swipe hormone gel on it's ass. This is Bobby Kestler. Bobby Kestler is one of my distributors.