The other day, I opened my cutlery drawer and saw a mouse. Jack says I should've stabbed it with a knife, but what I actually did was to shriek and close the drawer. There's not much to eat in a cutlery drawer. I didn't think there was much to eat in the linen drawer below it either. But when I opened that drawer yesterday to get a clean tea towel, I discovered that said mouse had been munching on the tatted edging of my food cover:
Three of the ducklings have been coming back now and then to get food, so that's good.