I remember once moored up near the head of the Brandon River, finding ourselves adrift in the morning because a coypu had gnawed through our mooring ropes.
They were brand new ropes, we assumed it was attracted by the linseed oil smell in the hemp.
Water rats were common then (1960s). Often one would pop out of its hole while we were moored, and would happily trim the lawn round the hole while we watched from the boat only a foot or two away.
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