i was going to say more and post a visual essay about the birders who told me they saw copp step off the path. i won't. i'll just say he said you don't care, do you? and i said, yes, probably far more than you. we come out every day, the birds know us. the audubon people like us, they feed the copp, please leave us alone. idiots.  i wonder if they ever deigned to pick up a piece of garbage. i wonder if they see all the condoms and needles. do they think it's a pristine paradise without drugs and assignations, without hawks and coyotes? idiots, sanctimonious, myopic,  fools. thank you, they said, thank You, i said, then impishly we kind of birded them.