Neighbor in the Trees

A fairly appropriate title. In my last post I wrote about my neighbor who seemed intent on proving that hillbillies shouldn't be left to walk around loose. Now, I shall tell you the story of the neighbor in the trees.
This one has been totally quiet for the last couple of years. He lives in a trailer on the top of a little hill, right behind my property and the hillbilly. He has a walking path about 200 yards long leading from his trailer to the road where his car is parked. It took awhile to figure out the property lines and who owned what. Actually, it took a trip to the county property office. Amazingly, he does own the top of the hill and the walking trail. When I bought this house, I thought that he was attached to the hillbillies and accessing everything through their property. Nope, he has a hilltop trailer and a walking path to get to his vehicle.
The reason I'm writing about him is his extreme quietness. I have never spoken to him. I've never had the chance. He seems to be spooked by people he doesn't know. Now, I understand this. I'm a bit wary of strangers myself. This neighbor carries this to extremes however. I've seen him hide behind a tree when I come out of the house. Imagine this. Going outside and having your neighbor hide behind a tree until you go back inside. I've also seen him arrive back home at the same time as I did. He sat in his car until I went inside. Since I had groceries on this trip, it took awhile. But he wouldn't budge until I was gone. Occasionally, I'll see him flitting back and forth, but he's careful. Even if he catches sight of you in a window he goes into hide mode. It's easier to spot a wild turkey.
I'm not complaining. I like quiet neighbors. It's just a bit strange.