Marshland Drama: A Soap Opera in Feathers, Fur, and Fins Many times, I have lingered on the edge of the North Marsh at dawn and dusk. It’s a place that buzzes with more intrigue than any television studio. The mud, reeds, and waterways aren’t just a habitat, they’re a stage. Every resident, from the tiniest wren to the biggest heron, seems to be playing a character in a never-ending soap opera. Episode One: “The Neighbours” On the far bank, the swans preside like landed gentry—elegant, aloof, an