Last year the big event happened on a day I was stricken and horrified by career success (contrary, me?). The fact that I rolled up just in time to see eggs crack and babies tumble down to the river was easily the coolest event of all of 2007.
That, however, was early in May. I’ve been quite worried about why there were no cygnets hatching this year, and yesterday marched out to check on them once again. While I stood watching in amazement, guess what happened? They hatched!
