I found a pile of chicken bones in the snow behind my building, but do you see any LA Times articles written about the matter? NooooOOO!
“The beasts had long lain extinct and forgotten, embedded deep in the frozen turf, bodies swaddled in Earth’s layers for thousands of years before Christ.”
“Now, the Russian permafrost is offering up the bones and tusks of the woolly mammoths that once lumbered over the tundra. They are shaped into picture frames, chess sets, pendants. They are gathered and piled, carved and whittled, bought and sold on the Internet.”
“The once-obscure scientists who specialize in the wastelands of Siberia have opened lucrative sidelines as bone hunters, spending the summer months trawling the northern river banks and working networks of locals to gather stockpiles of bones. They speak of their work proudly, and a little mystically.”
“You need to have luck to find bones,” said Fyodor Romanenko, a geologist at Moscow State University. “I don’t look for bones. I find them. They find me.”
“Every find gives you a huge joy,” he said. “It’s a gift from nature, from the Arctic, from fate.”
“The mammoth finds have been growing steadily over the last three decades as Russia’s vast sea of permafrost slowly thaws.”
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