We bought a new pony last week, a pretty little chestnut sorrel about the size of Webster, our other lead pony, so they make a nice pair. He’s named Scout, like Tonto’s horse (Tonto being the Lone Ranger’s sidekick as you may recall). Scout has a beautiful conformation, more like a big horse than a pony, but frankly more important he’s got a special personality. He loves to go out with the kids but he enjoys settling in under the shade of the corral porch too, where he quickly ate a basketful of flowers Webster had ignored all summer. Yesterday he discovered a new treat. As I went by the corral he was stretching up as far as his little neck could go, reaching for a hummingbird feeder. He nudged it with his nose and it dripped sweet sugar water onto his lips. In the next five minutes, while three frustrated broadtail hummingbirds watched, he emptied the feeder, licked his lips dry then settled down looking all innocent and hoping for the gardener to refill the feeder.