Teal
May 04, 2021
2 minutes
Anas crecca
It’s dusk, and the light is fading fast as you crouch in your hide by the flighting pond. The temperature has dropped and you shiver slightly, even though you are well wrapped against the winter air. The trees have become silhouettes against the grey sky, and the last roosting pheasant has announced that it is settled for the night.
You stiffen as a
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