I usually never mention the various surveillance packages leveled against me by again, varying intelligence agencies. The lessor able ones have to resort to street craft to get what they want. As was the case an hour ago.
I went to the window and on the road below me, a fellow inside a truck was watching the house with binoculars. I said as much aloud, and in the saying, he sped off.
Second time this has happened that I am aware of; which means its happened dozens of times already.
The problems of intelligence when the target lives in a remote forest. I bet the trees about are littered with camo-cameras already in place. I'll find them.