One Sunday afternoon I took a nap and woke up very late, thinking (in some alarm) that the kids had been extraordinarily quiet and good at entertaining themselves. I went downstairs to find that a couple of ducks had waddled up to our front window. A very substantial part of a loaf of bread was missing and the kids were thrilled with their initiative in giving these ducks some afternoon tea. I was worried that ducks would be falling out of the sky their stomachs bloated with inordinate amounts of bread. However, it seems they survived that first feast, and since then occasionally drop by for some more crusts, to everyone's great delight. We've also had a hedgehog snuffling around out there.