Apparently the monks are out there on riding mowers maintaining the broad lawns that buffer the retreat from the forest:
These fields would otherwise be tall, dry grass right now, so mowing them is probably a wise fire control measure. The effect is lovely either way:
Inside the tin was a pristine copy of a sports magazine.
All this appeared to have been out there in the elements a while and was just off the trail. For some reason the monks allowed it and leave it alone. The effect is unsettling.
All I could think of was Ace Ventura: "Finkel, Einhorn, Einhorn, Finkel..."