Hey! Who put this hill here?

Red was frisky this morning. We watched him and Commeuter run around with each other with the fence between them for a bit, bucking and rearing at the corners. I took pity on the boys and went down and put them together so they could run around in the lower pasture together. When I opened the gate, Red galloped through the arena, eyeing 'Meuter's still unfinished hay in his paddock. Little did he know that I'd shut the other gate to prevent just such theivery.
Foiled at getting a bit of a midmorning snack, Red decided to take his frustration out on the wheelbarrow in the arena. When I yelled at him to stop, he took his little snit over to the snow pile in the middle of the arena (Mr. P snowblowed the arena a while ago and ended up blowing some snow into a pile in the middle.) and decided to hit it with his front hooves. It almost looks like he's trying to climb up on top.