They did do better with theirs, in the end.
It wasn’t the following spring, but the one after, when they finally got around to it. Each year had been going better than the last, and the herd had only lost three clutches so far this year, one of which being to an unavoidable incident involving an adult Hardstep, and Laidir was pleased to note that the familiar hunch of tension in Tus’s shoulders had lessened signif...