Dusk is falling earlier and earlier. I left the barn at 4 p.m. today for a ride and already the light was turning golden and barred owls were calling to each other in the woods. There were two owls, their distinctive “who cooks for you?” cry echoing through the woods.
Zelda and I went in search of them. They sounded so close, but they went silent as we approached. Instead, we saw only deer. Six of them. One, so bold that it stood in front of us on the trail and refused to move, even when I tried to shoo her away (I was afraid to take my hands off the reins for a photo as I expected an explosion from Zelda when she finally took off). In the end, the doe deigned to step aside and then watched with resentful eyes as I walked by, so close I could see her nostrils quivering. Zelda, bless her, ignored all the deer today. The leaves haven’t hit their peak yet. The foliage is late this year and my fingers are crossed that a storm won’t bring them down before their full colors grace the landscape. Riding through the brilliant leaves in the afternoon sun is one of the great pleasures of living in New England.