The Escapee

As I was feeding the sheep this morning Belle saw an opening in the gate (when my back was turned) and decided to make a break for it. No big deal, really, as I let the girls out all of the time in the spring and summer. It was quite comical to see Belle "four-wheeling" through the mountains of snow with a quizzical look on her face as she searched for weeds and grass. If there was a thought bubble over her head I just know it would've said something like "where is that yummy stuff?" I tried talking her back into the pen...telling her that the hay was in there, but she just wouldn't listen to me. So, I had to resort to bribing her back with grain. Perhaps that was her plan all along...?!?