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The sedentary lifestyle of incubating eggs was beginning to wear thin for Ophelia. The rest of the clutch was already being miniature menaces around the lake, chasing waterfowl with their tiny tails paddling furiously behind them. But this one, this solitary silent egg, still waited in the nest. She could feel movement when she pressed the end of her snout into it and she had taken to gently rocking it to try and encourage it to hatch. There was a chick in there...

Fresh to life, emerging in the watery slush of a fading winter, Drift was experiencing spring for the first time. Life was already tumultuous so far, hatching in an empty nest, avoiding half-starved adults and trying to scrape enough food together to fill her small belly. As the weather grew warmer the snow she had grown accustomed to was vanishing to reveal a brown-ish carpet of plants, weedy and deprived from the thick white blanket that had covered them. Drif...