Voiceover

[Imagine the hushed tones of a David Attenborough]
Every year they come, hauling themselves up onto the glistening white porcelain of the draining board. The spoons have come and will stay only briefly, drying in the brief winter daylight, before returning to the cutlery drawer.

[Indoor 'space-filler' blip, due to day spent indoors editing. In case it wasn't obvious.]