I Spy

Was I spying on them, or were the spying on me?
Here's me, hiding behind the Cabbage Trees on my approach to the Cottage on my lunch hour today, observing these fellows and their many mates, who lined the roof waiting for the seas to calm after our stormy weather. I'm certain that I don't know what they were talking about, and neither did they know what I was thinking. It was a mutual sort of thing.