Ben didn't approve of the hour at which I came home, and registered his disapproval by unrolling most of the toilet paper, but that was the only casualty. (I felt like a bit of a cad, though--I fed him and expected him to faceplant into the food, but instead he followed me around, crying, until I sat down and cuddled him. After suitable and ferocious snuggling, then he faceplanted in the food.)
I put up a suet feeder t'other day, and evidentally the birds finally found it--so far today we've had a Carolina wren, a yellow-rumped warbler, and a Carolina chickadee checkin' it out. The wren was scruffy, but not obviously defective, but doubtless that'll come in time.