My horses would come when called by my husband (food guy). They would wait for me to walk out to them to catch them, because I was the one who made them work. They were good about doing their jobs, and one was downright enthusiastic (“Take me! take me!”), but they still let me come to them, and would not come when called, even when I was feeding them.
I had an interesting encounter one day on the bike trail near where I lived in Colorado. I was riding my bike at night, alone, no lights, with a full moon. I heard something big crashing through the bushes next to the trail, and was getting pretty nervous because we’d had some bear sightings in the area. I was heading toward my car, and turning around wasn’t much of an option as I’d never get home that way. Plus whatever this thing was, it was keeping pace with me. So I kept going, and where the bushes stopped, a large animal jumped out at me. It was a mare, and one I’d known quite a few years before. She evidently was on pasture board now (the trail went through several pastures). I’d known her at a barn where I briefly took lessons and boarded. She thought I was still the treat lady. Of course I didn’t have a single treat with me, but she got a nice ear and neck scratching, and I got some nice nickers in return.
I was so glad it wasn’t a bear.
Rebecca