I try to coax one out with limited success. Eventually one gets brave and comes all the way out of the little den. Then another investigates, while the third one hangs back.
One puppy, however, isn't just crying for mama; he's crying for dinner. And that hole through which mama was looking is just the perfect size for a puppy door. So through the hole, over the edge, then plonk, on the ground. Mama looks rather surprised as this determined puppy picks himself up and finds his dinner.