I tried making a larger space, or as I like to call it “compound” for the wild kittens in the boathouse, their foster home space. Did that this morning, thought I did a good job. Watched them for an hour, no problems.
Then lots of excitement for me around 4 pm. I checked on them and thought one was missing, but when I stepped into the “compound” I found only three. I think I figured out what small angled gap they must have got out through, blocked that and headed off in pursuit.
I went around looking for a few minutes. Went back to where I met them three doors down earlier this week, where they had been walking up to people for food after feral mom got chased away by a weekend visiting dog. Walked back from there along the shore. No luck. Then I got some food on a dish ready to set at the main door opening of the boat house (think garage door) to lure them if they came back. As I set it down, I looked up and spotted the two of them playing inside the boathouse outside the compound up near the small (that is, regular) door opening.
After a little effort and tipping up the old electric lawn mower (perfect hiding place for them – the round mower cover on the bottom – it’s where they spent a couple of nights three doors up, under a gas mower with a plastic tarp over it). I put them back inside the prison yard. And began redesigning their “compound”.