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Date Posted: 22:01:55 10/13/04 Wed
Author: Emily
Subject: The clutch Hatches, wild
In reply to: Emily 's message, "Clutchy" on 13:59:10 08/03/04 Tue

Emily waited until the first egg started cracking, then flitted between to Cometer.
The smallest, emerald dusted egg, hatched first. In the egg was a tiny green no larger than a woman's hand. A wild bronze had dragged over some seaweed. The green found a few beetles while her wings dried. Once the thin, fairy-like pinions were bereft of their wet casing, she got aloft. Browns and blues surround her to keep wherries away while more bronzes ferry seaweed.
The large egg was second to hatch. A faint pecking sound was heard, then the egg shattered. A brown hatched from it, small and dainty. His wings dried fairly quickly, letting him join his little sister in the air.
The very small egg hatched then. Small fragments of shell fell off as the little flit underneath cracked it with its eggtooth. A tiny blue reeled out, creeling with hunger until it found the beetles. A few bugs, and he could join the flight. But a wherry struck him down, having converged among the clutch once they began hatching. A quick movement of the beak, and the hwerry swallowed him whole.
A small brown hatched from the medium egg. He was about to eat of beetles when a nasty blue mottle nosed snake, hardly more than three wekks old, devoured it.

(This is the kind of posts you need to do when doing these things. Not all hatchlings will survive the rogors of hatching. You may have a small wing of wild flits come to protect the young, as I did, or the young can be tended to by a parent. Very few green eggs will hatch. Mine only did because Mikky stayed, so did Emily. )

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