Growing up, my mom’s family had mules for plowing & cultivating. The two most memorable, evidently, were Silver & Bill. Silver was notable because he knew exactly what to do, didn’t put a foot wrong when turning at the end of a row. Bill was infamous for his reaction to thunderstorms: off to the barn, regardless of whether he was ‘working’ or not. If Bill even ‘thought’ he heard a rumble way off in the distance, he was headed for the barn, dragging the plow or whatever equipment he was attached to & anybody who was trying to stop him. I believe Bill was a fence jumper too (sans plow).
Our ‘Lakota’ (Treeing Walker Coon Hound, RIP) could hear thunder in the distance even when a storm was miles and miles and miles away. When he would stand on top of his dog house and start barking, we KNEW rain was on the way.
Sadly, he did not train any of the other dogs in this skill, so since his passing this Fall, it looks like we’re all gonna get wet, LOL!