May 01, 2006
all's well that ends well
We came outside just now to find one kit hanging precariously from a rafter, one on the porch, having fallen off - he seemed fine - and one successfully recovered by the mother, who hissed suspiciously at me from the neighbour's porch.
She then retrieved kit #2, but couldn't seem to see how at get at #3. She hissed at me and I hissed at the kit as he toddled toward me. He just looked confused. In the end, the kit solved the problem by climbing into the sweeping bucket, which I used to deliver him to the rafters at arm's length.
