Last night at bedtime, when I thought Nellie was barking at the deer, Mike said whatever it was had scared her. She was running out of the north field back to the house. Then I thought I heard the crunching of gravel, but we decided not to go out again. About 11:30 I was awakened by the same footsteps-in-the-gravel sound, but when I looked out, I didn’t see anything.
After lunch today, Mike started setting up the horseshoe set Hallie gave him for Christmas a few years back, and as we were working in front of the house, our attention was drawn to movement at the pond. Five horses and a mule headed out from the path at the pond into the south field, heading west toward Little Canyon, where they live. They belong to the hunting lodge there.
“Bark,” said Nellie. “Woof!” Then she plastered her snout to my knee and stayed there.
Mike made phone calls to our farmer and to the owner of the horses. It’s about all we can do.
There’s just one positive. It’s good to have some of the stuff they leave behind in the composter, so with my trusty companion, Nellie, I searched the grounds for some of those piles and toted it to the composter.
Yes, the horses probably did eat the strawberries, judging by evidence unnoticed before. “So – that exonerates the deer?” you ask. Only a little – only a little.