El Jefe and I went for a walk down to the river a bit after dawn this morning. We did this yesterday, too. Yesterday, we were trailed by a small pirate, who was quickly spotted when El Jefe turned around to drag a tree off the path that had been knocked down by the high winds we've had lately. Small Pirate was disappointed to be discovered so quickly. I mentioned to Small Pirate that perhaps she would blend in better if she were wearing camo. I did not expect this information to be retained, much less acted upon. However, halfway through this morning's walk, I noted some movement on the other side of the field. I pointed it out to El Jefe, who quickly identified the Small Pirate, and then stated we should pretend we had NOT seen her... probably because if she knew she had been seen, she would be vociferous in her disappointment at the failure of her "sneak" - and we really wanted some peace and quiet and "just us" time. But it was quite amusing to watch her attempt to tiptoe across the field, and drop behind the bits of scrub growth whenever we looked her way.