They might even hunt you down.
This time, however, they hesitated. Perhaps they didn't feel like flying the fifty or so feet to get to our side of the slough. Or perhaps they weren't hungry, having recently pirated numerous other small brown paper bags. Or perhaps they have short attention spans and forgot what had piqued their interest a second or two after I said to out party, "Now's when we hide the small brown paper bags."
In any case, they trumpeted in unison, and then turned away.