This reminded me of my old horse, Jack. I was 11 when we went "shopping" for a new horse, as I was outgrowing the "old fart" lol... I looked at and rode sooooo many horses, oh wow, it was ALOT. Liked a few of them, but the instant I saw Jack I was in love. He was in a corral with a donkey and a llama and he had the most beautiful tail dragging the ground. He rode like a dream, so slow and easy, a pleasure riders' dream, earning him the name "Cadillac Jack"... Eventually 
We got him home and the first thing he did was refuse to unload, and pulled out half of his beautiful tail rearing back when I tried to hitch him to the trailer. He chewed his stall door to pieces, bit me on the behind whenever I cleaned his feet, and had what I thought was a vengeful habitbif lunging sideways, throwing me off.
We hated each other for a while there. But the more we rode together and the more we got to know each other and anticipate his moves, he started to respect me and I started to love him.
By the second year, we were best buds. I could jump on him in the pasture with no halter and ride, he felt my commands through my legs and heeded my voice. He was wonderful, just needed a little time to get acquainted with his new home and family.
That's not to say, that each spring when I got him out to ride for the first time after being cooped up all winter, he would give a little kick and have to run a bit, get those ants out of his pants
Oh, I miss that horse! Great memories
Give him time and more time, and all will turn out

We got him home and the first thing he did was refuse to unload, and pulled out half of his beautiful tail rearing back when I tried to hitch him to the trailer. He chewed his stall door to pieces, bit me on the behind whenever I cleaned his feet, and had what I thought was a vengeful habitbif lunging sideways, throwing me off.
We hated each other for a while there. But the more we rode together and the more we got to know each other and anticipate his moves, he started to respect me and I started to love him.
By the second year, we were best buds. I could jump on him in the pasture with no halter and ride, he felt my commands through my legs and heeded my voice. He was wonderful, just needed a little time to get acquainted with his new home and family.

That's not to say, that each spring when I got him out to ride for the first time after being cooped up all winter, he would give a little kick and have to run a bit, get those ants out of his pants

Oh, I miss that horse! Great memories

Give him time and more time, and all will turn out

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Im thinking this may or may not be a new home, new rules, new pasture, new family kinda thing? Do you think having a set time schedule for each thing everyday will make him feel more secure? Rather than having no schedule? Or?
So, yes. They can indeed become "homesick" when they move homes and owners. They can lash out and be defiant and test you at every turn. That's where bonding can make a huge difference. Being a hard nosed trainer can get results, sure, but my best relationships have been with those horses that I bonded the best with. They can feel fear, and they can feel when their rider is unsure of that bond. If you don't trust them, they don't trust you. I think you'll find that as soon as he gets that he is yours, and there to stay, he'll start to bond more. He needs to be put in his place for his own good, much like a human child would get sent to time out for acting up at dinner
