The girls spent a couple of days on a field trip (literally, I expect) and poor Inky/Spook fell behind. He spent most of two days as a solo artist, working on his pitiful meows to make us feel he'd been totally abandoned. I've found the kittens love chasing coins rolled down the driveway; their reflexes will thank me when the first mousies appear without mama to help! Later he jumped under the tarp and did some self-motivated play.
Last night mama returned though, so Inky had a little more company at dinner. And this morning the girls are back! They were quite hungry so I made sure a bit extra was in each bowl. Now they're wandering in and out of view, like they have been doing since early June. They all come running when we step outside (unless it's siesta time) but rubbing against us or actual touching is still not their thing.