If I toss them back outside after their evening roll call dinner and don't let them lapse immediately into a food coma, the back inside after dark spazz attack is much subdued.
They are a fully functioning pride now, spending their days close together, romping at random intervals. Like me, I think Miss Collar has a favorite.
Their life in the wilderness will never be risk free. The best I can do is minimize it and bring them in at night when their predators are more likely to be lurking about. I can be content that the sound of traffic on the scenic byways scares them. There are times to be thankful for log trucks, loud pick-up trucks, SUV's and motorcycles.
The new kitties are successful hunters, though I remain unimpressed. All I am seeing are teeny tiny shrews. Is it possible the mouse population has crashed? I doubt it. They need to step up their game.
I didn't know we had shrews until baby kitties started catching them. Moles, voles, mice, chipmunks, squirrels, weasels and now shrews. It's a carnivore smorgasbord.
I just heard the coyotes howling directly across the byway.
The world has its ways and then it had us humans who are not always content with the way of the world.
That lack of contentment may be our undoing.