He wasn't alone...
I was burritoed beside a fallen tree. This is who I awoke to. These girls were everywhere in our pasture. Oh, wait, their pasture. I started breakfast and they backed away a little -- just keeping their distance. They weren't too keen on getting close to a cookpot. I think the whitegas disturbed them - either the hissing or the heat. But they were curious in a mellow cow kind of way.