A sweet, earthy smell rose from the leaves crunching beneath our feet as we walked the trail around Royal Lake, and the golden light of the November sun turned the lake into a mirror reflecting doubles of the bare trees, geese, and blue heron.
About a third of the way around this familiar trek, we noticed something new. One of the homes that backed to the trail had installed a horse fence, and a wee little Shetland pony craned her neck to watch us pass.
"Are you allowed to have a pony here?" I wondered aloud. "It's awfully residential."
"Let's introduce Lucy," Heidi suggested, and so we made our way up the short spur to the enclosure. An informational sign was posted by the gate. "Her name is Calypso," Heidi read. "You can feed her apples and carrots," she continued, "but not from your hand, because that may encourage her to develop a nipping habit."
"I have some apple slices in my bag!" I said.
"You do?" Heidi was surprised.
"Of course! I packed snacks!"
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