The velociraptor on Noah’s ark
The Velociraptor (“Swift seizer”) moved through the ship’s hold, advancing over damp, straw-covered planks now wet with blood. It walked on its two hind legs, two very deadly legs, armed with sickle-shaped claws.
As he slipped through the darkness towards a thin stream of misty light before him, he bowed his long head at the scent of prey and stopped, his snout curled up pointing the way. Neither the movement of the floating ship in the ocean nor the darkness were obstacles for the Velociraptor. Unlike its prey, it was nocturnal. The two puny humans at the end of the hold couldn’t see him, or possibly even hear him. A man and a woman, they were engaged in a heated conversation.
And no wonder, considering what had happened in the holds of their ship in recent months, all their species carefully preserved …
The mammals that Velociraptor had shared this bridge with were dead now, no longer a source of food.
Just over two meters long and two feet tall, the predator weighed only 30 pounds, but its feathered skin covered its coiled muscles. Leaning forward, tail stretched out behind her, it was no higher than the biped’s hip. It might have been missing the sheer impact of the Tyrannosaurus now in the lower hold, but the little dinosaur was hunting in packs. His pack was no more than his companion and a young born during the trip, but several months had been enough to make a small killing. The humans had long since ceased to enter the horror that had become the bowels of their ship. So far.
At the last moment, one of the bipeds turned, perhaps hearing the scratching of a claw on the bridge. But he was already too late. The Velociraptor, moving at 40 miles per hour, had already covered the distance between them and was leaping through the air. Slamming the human male in the chest, and knocking out the air in his lungs, the Velociraptor looked down at his prayer. A retractable claw, three inches long, tore the neck of the human with the white beard. Noah didn’t even have time to scream.
The other human, the female, shared his fate. Noah’s wife watched the creature perched on top of her chest as her throat filled with blood around the claw impaled in her throat. The Velociraptor looked Noah in the eye, wide open in terror, and opened its jaws, exposing 28 jagged teeth on either side of its long jaws. It was the last thing the human saw when the jaws came down to tear apart the human’s soft flesh.
There was no place to hide on a boat that was only 450 feet long, 75 feet wide and 50 feet high. Like Shem, Cham and Japheth and their wives would find out very soon. Noah’s ark was about to become a ghost ship. The human race was about to end.
As appealing as it sounds, there is the not-so-small problem that the Velociraptor lived 75 to 71 million years ago during the Cretaceous Period, while creationists believe Noah built his ark ago. only 4,359 years old.
By the end of the Cretaceous, the dinosaurs were gone. There were no velociraptors to take aboard Noah’s ark. Even if such an ark had existed. Even if such a global flood had been possible.
Yet creationist Carl Kerby of Answers in Genesis Bryan Fischer told Thursday this,
I see people who like to laugh and ridicule, especially about dinosaurs, how did they get the big old dinosaurs out there? Well I would tell you they didn’t take the big old dinosaur – they would have taken the younger ones. You think of a guy like me, if you’re going to repopulate a planet, you don’t take me with you. I am old. My days of restocking are over. You take my son or my grandson. My grandson is much shorter than me.
Watch courtesy of The raw story:
Here! What passes for common sense among creationists.
Don’t get too excited. Sure, velociraptors are small, but what about a brachiosaurus? Even her babies must have been huge and if, as Genesis tells us (Genesis 7:24) “the waters were strengthened upon the earth a hundred and fifty days,” these babies must have had time to become something less manageable. Either too large or too dangerous for the ship’s hold.
And that completely leaves aside concerns about the species of animal that Noah allegedly crammed into his ship. Even today there are some 8.7 million species, and that is to exclude the countless species that have become extinct. And then there was the food to feed them.
Where did Noah store enough fodder for creatures like brachiosaurs? How did he feed carnivores like Velociraptor? The meat spoils quickly and there was no refrigeration. Sure, Noah did not feed them with any of his precious species. Without food, all of the carefully protected animals would quickly get sick and die. The ship was not big enough for food – or water – let alone the different species themselves.
The dinosaurs on Noah’s ark are just plain silly, but so too is the idea of the ark itself. It’s just silliness stacked on top of silliness, and they’re going to worry about it like a dog a bone, so stay tuned.
Hrafnkell Haraldsson, a social liberal with a centrist tendency, has degrees in history and philosophy. His interests include, in addition to history and philosophy, issues of human rights, freedom of choice, religion and the precarious dichotomy of freedom of expression and intolerance. He brings a slightly different perspective to his writing, being that he is neither a follower of an Abrahamic faith nor an atheist but a polytheist, a modern day pagan who follows the customs and traditions of his Norse ancestors. He maintains his own blog, A Heathen’s Day, which deals with pagan and pagan issues, and the Mos Maiorum Foundation www.mosmaiorum.org, devoted to ethnic religion. He has also contributed to NewsJunkiePost, GodsOwnParty and Pagan + Politics.