The rustle in the weeds did not make the young hind stir, instead she laid still. The birds had put their trust in her and she stayed put. Tucked along her warm belly and mostly covered by her soft curled tail laid two small grey downy cygnets. While she had resumed to keep her mane and tail neat and fluffy, instead of the matted mess it had been earlier, her coat was still covered in a sheet of grey ‘dust’, that made her almost match the young birds in color.
Many times it was nothing but the wind that made the weeds rub against eachother but this time she could tell it was something else. There was many that preyed on young birds. Usually the swans took their babies as soon as they could from the nest just for that reason but these two had been slow and quite weak when they finally made it out of their eggs. The parents was still nearby with the rest of their late hatched brood but both adults needed to feed, neither could stay and watch the remaining young and...so