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.

Can you find Freedom? He’s pretty well camouflaged.

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.

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