A foggy morning isn’t improving the lackluster autumn colors this morning. To my eye, the leaf canopy is already starting to look a bit thin, so I’m even less optimistic that this fall might produce even a day or so of pretty colors than I was before. That’s what a dry August and September will do, even when the temperature isn’t overly hot.
At the moment acorns and hickory nuts are dropping everywhere and anywhere. The big nuts hit the ground with a thud and hit my car with a sound that makes me wonder if they will dent the top of the car. When the nuts hit the roof, they roll down with a clatter, which usually sets Baby Dog to barking in warning—she has no idea what the warning is for, but she is sure she doesn’t like the noise.
|Can you see the deer?|
The deer seem to grow bolder by the day, and considering how bold they were three to four days ago, that’s saying something. This morning I turned after feeding the chickens and found the big doe standing in the middle of the driveway, just in front of where I park the car. She couldn’t have been more than 30 feet away, watching what I was up to. She disappeared before I could snap a photo.
This morning three of them stood at the end of the driveway, nearly invisible among the leaves and tree trunks even though they were close. When the deer stand still, they are easy to overlook. They bolted across the driveway in front of me as I pulled the car out of the driveway. At this rate, they will be eating out of my hand before next week is through.