Who Else MOOs at cows?
 

Well... Do you???

I would... but I don't seem to have the knack for it. The cows are not fooled by my mooing attempts... :( :D

Of course I moo at them, it's only polite. Cows know all about us. They speak of us in their legends ... they pass stories of the strange slender cows in the bright colors that gallop with wheels on to their calves. Their calves get all excited when they see us and frolic in excitement beside us as we ride along. Even the white cows with floppy ears in northern Australia knew all about us.

The elk gallop along side us too, but I've yet to master their bellow.

I sure do. I also imitate horses when I ride by them too... the floppy lip breathing sound, whatever that's called.

One place I ride by frequently has the standard cows, but also has a donkey that is in the field with the cows. HE always has a rather smug superior look on his face, and looks at me with comtempt as I moo. He was willing to eat a carrot I gave him once however, so he's not TOO bad a fellow.

Steve W.

I yell "Hey COW!"

you would be very surprised how many times they will turn and look at you

I find that they are almost always staring at me well in advance of my arrival anyway.

I'm surprised how common mooing at the cows is. I do it all the time myself! :)

~Jamie N

Here's a little bit of information I bet most city folks don't know. Farmers keep a donkey with their cattle to discourage coyotes. Coyotes love nothing better than a newborn calf. I don't know why, but a donkey will keep the coyotes away.

We regularly pass a field with cattle. One day all of the cattle were lying down and I commented to my riding buddy, Carl, that my Dad always said that when the cattle are lying down, the fish aren't biting. Carl said, "Yeah, my Dad said the same thing. When we went fishing, if the cattle were lying down, we would throw rocks at them to get them standing up."

One more: I live in Tallahassee, the capital of Florida. We rode past a feed lot one day when the smell of manure was quite pungent. Dave sniffed the air and, with a puzzled look, asked, "Is the legislature back in town already?" I don't care who you are; that there's funny.

And the cows of minas troney stormed the tower, chanting,

"say it now and say it loud,
For I am cow and I am proud."




National lampoon's 'Bored of the Rings' parody

Mooooooooooooooooooo!
Mwoooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!

I don't but my riding partner does...

'....These were not the average "contended" cows. They were cows born for trouble. They were not cows who could stand by and let people call them "bossy." They were cows who could not hang around all day lowing. They were cows who could be just as happy chewing someone else's cud as their own. These were renegade cows.

My first experience with the renegade cows began one day as I was admiring a particularly attractive cow at Johnson's Weed Farm. As I stood there watching her sultry body moving lithely through the rushes, I noticed several other cows staring at me through the weeds, giving me that look that only a cow can give.

Later that night, I was at home thinking over the day's events. The Rubber Duck Throwing Contest, the parade that followed: bands and floats and baton-tossing girls all marching down the middle of the Missouri River. I should have been analyzing the glare of those cows I'd seen earlier that day.

The doorbell rang. I opened the door, glad to have a visitor, but found myself face to face with three renegade cows. I could not see their eyes behind the dark glasses.

They ambled in and I did not try to stop them.

That night they just stood around my bed and watched me sleep, much the same way my potatoes do, and I guess you might say I learned my lesson: Don't fool with renegade cows. '



Steve Martin, Cruel Shoes

I bark at dogs too

I bark at cows and moo at dogs.

One dreary day while riding through New Zealand I stopped at the roadside for a peanut butter and honey sandwich, my riding staple. Within a few minutes about twenty cows crowded the fence across the road from me and stared at me.

While I didn't moo at them I did look up from my rain soaked meal and struck up a conversation.

"What? I only got enough for one. Do I stare at you when you eat your cud? Oh, that's very nice, take a crap right in front of me - eathing here! So what's it like being domesticated? Is that tag in your ear a hold over from your teenage anst years?"

It went on like this for some time with the cow stock still, just staring. Maybe they were fiberglass cows. I don't know but eventually I got bored and rode off.

always. And I neigh at horses too

How Now Brown Cow?

Yes, this thread cracked me up :D I always Moo at cows, and I thought I was the only one... I then quack at ducks and bray at horses... I even say Hi to cyclists!

Jay

Of course. I err a lot, too.

--J

The Truth about Cows (according to Gary Larson, anyway..)

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We had a guy in the club who could moo EXACTLY like a Bull. All of the cows would bat their eyes at him.

He moved to Arizona where he's probably got to dodge those same ladies.

And I thought it was just me... :p

Holy heck you guys are weird.


And here I thought I might be the only one to let out a big MOO! whenever I see our bovine friends in a field as I ride by. :D

My last long ride of the year was a few weeks ago in the northern part of Ozaukee County, WI. Cows were out in force enjoying the lovely weather and I moooed at all of them. Although most of my riding is commuting here in the city or fast flat rides in the surrounding burbs, I love getting the chance once a month or so to get out into dairy country and rice the rolling cow-covered hills like I did as a teenager on my first 10-speed back in the late 70s. It wouldn't be the same without the cows.

One of the pleasures of cycling in the Alps is the cow bells. Yes, they really do wear bells, and the sound is so soothing (to me, not sure if the cows like it). Yes, I am aware that I avoided the original question.

Dang! First I had to admit to occasionally talking on my cell phone while riding. Now they got me admitting to mooing at cows! :o