081413 #copperhead Ordinarily in the morning I make a rough log cabin out of kindling around the scraps of paper he's thrown in a makeshift fire ring. I light the fire because I'm the one who can find the lighter. He starts getting food items out and sometimes cooking, and in the process scatters all kinds of packages, cans, containers, and miscellaneous items all over the ground around our campsite. Yesterday it was oranges rolling all over the creek bottom pasture we've camped on: he doesn't even seem to notice these kinds of things—until he decides he'd like an orange.