My name is Flitwit and I am godwit. My story started like the stories of so many other godwits, in a verdant meadow of a cold and damp land called The Netherlands. One day, when I felt the time was right, I started pecking at my eggshell until it broke. And thus I was born. As soon as I opened my eyes I could see my father’s long, orangey bill, and behind it his tender eyes. My father sheltered me under his wings and covered me with his heat until my down dried up. That day h