Anyone who happens to glance at my front windows first thing in the morning, might think I’m the classic ‘nosy neighbour’ if they catch me peeping through a crack in the curtains, trying hard not to be seen.

Truth is, I’m hiding from a flock of ducks! Eight or so of them wait patiently on the grass opposite until they see someone opening their curtains; then off they march to park themselves on the front lawn waiting for breakfast!

I wouldn’t mind – it’s an easy way to get rid of old bread – but what goes in one end……