I woke up this morning and went to put the dogs out. As I closed the sliding glass porch door, four Jays landed on the railing and stared at me with a look between exasperation and bemusement. Since I’d barely had time to hit the john before letting the dogs out, I ignored them and went to do my morning ablution. I came back to find four Jays lined up at the bottom of the glass door hitting it with their beaks. It was like my own little anvil chorus. I guess I didn’t get their morning peanuts out in time… though it occurs to me that since I pay for the peanuts, I should be the one in charge of when they go out.