Sparky is on night watch.

Burning tree branches is a pain in the ass.  They don’t burn in a brush pile because they are too springy.  The pile isn’t compressed enough to sustain a fire.   To burn them, I have a couple of logs burning in the barrel.  A bunch of branches get jammed in.  That burns for a while as the sticks on top fall out.  Every hour or so, more branches get jammed in the barrel.

Sparky gets the idea.  I don’t want him to wander too far as I’m busy packing the barrel.  He knows I’m busy packing the barrel, so he watches my back.

Each time we go out, as soon as Sparky figures out that we aren’t on a walk because I’ve got stuff to do, he takes his sentry position.