Not necessarily run away.
Many moons ago I landed in a wheat paddock west of Wyalong at 2am because I scared myself using a Nightsun to do a search for an escapee. Told the ground crew I wouldn't fly till the sun was up, crawled into the back of the B206, with my (male) observer, rugged up as best as we could against the mid-winter chill, and tried to sleep.
About 5am, woken by the feeling that the machine was moving - a flock of sheep was rubbing and bumping into the aircraft. They obviously knew my observer was a Kiwi and were clamouring for some action - the Aussies wouldn't give it to them...
