Hiding in plain sight. Sitting in the backyard for my morning cold therapy. It is 39 degrees, I’m enjoying Peet’s coffee, and I’ve tossed some 10 grain bread out in the mossy grass for the birds and squirrels, who are way smarter than I. Only one Jay has aggressed the lawn for a mouthful of crumbs. The rest, along with the squirrel, sit patiently, waiting for me to go back inside.
