*_“If it looks like a duck, and quacks like a duck, we have at least to consider the possibility that we have a small aquatic bird of the family anatidae on our hands_*
*_Douglas Adams_*

There are days when we know the time to move on has come, and still we remain. The long lost days of fall have been eclipsed by the snow and ice of winter, and still we remain on the pond we knew from the summer. Have we lost the natural rhythm of the cycle to which we are born, are we tempted by the hand of man to deny the generations of innate behaviour? Do we hope the sun will return to this barren place instead of following it as all those who came before us have done? What will become of us in a world that has been turned upside down by the ignorant goodwill of mankind?