There's a bum who sleeps in the field beside my house

While this might not be anything strange in itself, the weird part is that he sleeps right in the MIDDLE of the field. Not under a tree, not near the edge of the field, not somewhere with a bit of privacy. The middle. Not just once. Many times. The first time I saw him, I didn't take a picture, although I did note the occurrence as unusual. The second time I saw him, I snapped a few shots.The last time I noticed him, Garrett was over and we were using a kit to clean up my headlights. The guy isn't napping in this photo (he laid down and started reading a paper first), but eventually he settled into his regular nap in the middle of the field, with his jacket over his head.I doubt I'll see him much now that winter is settling in, but maybe next spring?