When I got to the barn yesterday morning, Freedom was nowhere to be seen. I was a bit late to feed, and usually, the horses are waiting by the fence, eager for their breakfast. I scanned the pasture. Nothing. I whistled for him. No response. The girls were there, nickering encouragement.

So, I threw them some hay and set off down the hill. They didn’t look worried about Freedom but it puzzled me that he was essentially invisible.

Finally, I found him, standing under a tree, in the shade, blending in with the fall foliage. When you have a chestnut horse, standing under orange and yellow leaves is an effective camouflage strategy.

He followed me up the hill, eager for his breakfast.