Yup.
. . .AND I talk to ravens, squeak at tits-mice, whistle at My Neighbors Wife [and Covet His Tractor!], warn the d***ed white-tail deer off the road, sing Lili Marlene at high registers, and of course yip back at coyotes!
So you see, mooing at cows is integral to the overall biking experience.
[Other sounds as happenstance dictate. . .most of which gain cows' attention.]