He lived in a small cell at Haslebury Plucknett in Somerset, England. When a wren nested above his bed, he slept outside so she would not be disturbed.
When a squirrel used his wooden cup to store nuts, he made himself another one. You get the picture. Animals walked all over him.
Incidentally, there really is a place called Haslebury Plucknett. We didn’t make it up.