The little darlings seem to have settled in. Not without having another go inside here last night though. Somebody got into the lobster pate' that was left over from cocktail hour and ate it all! The empty dish was still in the fridge! The remaining cracked wheat crackers were gone as well. The empty box was on the floor in front of the fridge. Another sock has disappeared and I had to look for two hours to find my cell phone ... which had been turned off! By that that time I was dreaming up Woolfin recipes.
They're all free now, and seem to have taken residence in the doghouse. They've been hiding all day because it's been raining. Woolfins hate to get wet. That hurricane must have really degraded them ... poor things. Not only do they get so heavy they can no longer move quickly, but after they tend to stink. Not a very pleasant odor either. There's no polite way to describe it but it just smells like wet sheep. The weather is supposed to clear up tomorrow so hopefully I'll be able to get a couple of shots of them in their new digs, where they can come and go as they please, and there's plenty of forested land to roam about in.