Well that's what our Horse did. Went to feed her this morning and she wasn't there. Thought it a bit unlikely that she'd undone the gate, let herself out, tied it up behind her, and managed to get up the snow drifted lane without leaving any hoofy prints, but that's what it looked like for a moment or two. Then we hollered and shouted and she came trotting around the side of the silage pit - in the next field. She'd only gone and jumped over the fence! Mind you, it was a truly awful night out there, and perhaps something spooked her, or she just fancied a bit more shelter as the wind had turned round a bit. When she stands next to the fence, it comes about half way up her shoulder, not a bad jump for a wee pony.
The weather has been atrocious all day, with sideways snow each time we left the shelter of the steading to go and put a make-shift field shelter up for Frank and Horse. Then we came in as the blizzard stopped, had lunch, and by the time we'd had a go at the Farmers Weekly crossword (Kawa, you'd better have the March issue for us please!) and prepared to head back out, the snow had started again. Still, we had to take a bale of hay down the hill to the sheep, so snow or no snow, so we popped two bales on the tarpaulin, attached the tow rope to the front, and a handle to the back, and set off up the drive, knee deep in soggy, slippery slushy snow. Heaved the two bales over the big gate at the top (can't get it open cos of the drifts) and towed / pushed / pulled the load between us all the way down the road. Tis a mile on a good day, and feels like 5 on a bad day - today was a bad day. My right boot has split, and I kept slipping on the slush as I towed. Then as we turned the corner, the icy wind whipped straight across the empty fields and cast stinging cold flakes of ice in our faces and up under our hoods. Although we didn't have anything to lug back up the hill with us, walking home was nearly as painful on the legs and lungs as the outward trip.
Look at that, now we're home the wind and snow and sleet has stopped. Typical.