Since I have gone back to work, I don't have a ton of time to work with Gibby. Maybe he thinks I am playing hard to get, because whenever I come home, I whistle loudly and he pops his head up high and calls back but I don't go out. Getting his attention like that was a breakthrough - and last night showed me he is really coming around.
When I got home, there was no dinner in the making, which normally would have me scrambling, but since my husband had told me earlier he was cooking, I was not stressed. I looked out to the pasture and Gibby was out eating. I thought I would go to the fence and see what happened. I whistled and his head popped up like a Whack A Mole game and he came right over when I stood at the fence.
Believe me, folks, this is a radical difference from run-away-Gib. He didn't like the cheese crackers I was eating, but he did like the alfalfa pellets I brought to reward him for coming.
I think my farrier who told me it wasn't worth my life keeping this horse is going to be really surprised next time he's out to trim hooves. My next step is to remind him he won't die if he stand tied for a good long time (the horse, not the farrier).