baggy Nice man came back. Still no cat. If he makes his way into trap by 4 o'clock at the latest, we'll transport him to the vet in Campbeltown. The nice man will ring the vet, and if he's there, will collect and take good care of him overnight. He really is a great chap. Spends much of his free time trying to do the right thing by feral felines.
We have three traps. Mother and kits call around at five-ish. We shall have to try to capture them Sunday and get to the vet first thing Monday morning.
As for bloshy cockerels, we used to feed chickens and a very cocky cock when friends were away. Cock used to attack J. On one occasion, J turned awkwardly to fend attacker off, slipped and badly sprained his ankle. By gum...it didn't 'arf 'urt...J let rip with some very colourful expletives 