His favorite spot is beneath a pine tree onsite, a spot where there's a lovely, soft carpet of fallen pine needles.
Yesterday morning, he and I had similar designs on one of the onsite mulberry trees (I have been gorging on mulberries lately, as I do every year). While I was stuffing myself with the fruit, he was waiting patiently to get some of the leaves (which are edible when picked young). Basically, it was morning shift change for the mulberry racket.
He's a charming presence on the property, lending a hint of naturaleza to the suburbs not twenty miles north of Times Square. I just have to find a little buddy or two for him.