I just realized that I spent over half an hour the other day watching a couple of Stellar Jays trying to figure out which two peanuts from my deck would most perfectly fit in their mouths so that they got two for the price of one trip. And I was totally happy and content to just watch. Either my mind has totally retreated into senility or George Bush has so made reality painful that the only thing that will allow me some peace are two birds and some peanuts. You choose.