After the storm

I haven't been feeding ferals regularly lately, since I don't want to put food out for creatures I never see, but one or the other of the tux boys has occasionally been by--usually in the morning, oddly enough.  I did wonder how they were doing during the storm, and when I went out to fill the bird dish just now I took a can along, and opened it, and called.  Didn't see anything. 

By the time I got back inside and opened the blinds on that window, both of them were under the bush eating.  I dashed back out with three more cans, and as soon as I called one of them started yelling.  Boy, did I hear about it.  They're shy, so they stayed under the bushes while I opened the cans, but as soon as I stepped away one was coming out. 

I feel better now.  *grin*