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Here`s a strange thing then....oposite my house there`s a field, and in the field there`s some cows,probably about a 100 of the ol girls, and this morning i saw something that i`ve never ever seen before, they were jumping around ! it was like they were playing,chasing each other, jumping up at each other, now am i going bonkers or do cows do this all the time, because in all my life time i`ve only ever seen them laying down or chewing grass, generally just lazing around.
Come on all you experts out there, let me know, i`m really intersted to know whether these ol girls are on some other kind of "grass" !! or is this normal behaviour ?
Come on all you experts out there, let me know, i`m really intersted to know whether these ol girls are on some other kind of "grass" !! or is this normal behaviour ?
I have to admit that there is something odd about an old cow prancing around like a spring lamb, but there is something terrifying when young Limousins first go out (or go in at winter). They go absolutely ballistic, jump fences and hedges etc and can cause themselves serious damage. As you may guess from the breed, they are French - I don't suggest that has anything to do with it!
Some may find it hard to believe, but cows do have a sense of fun. When I was a student (1970/1), I was feeding cows in byres (not "Cow Sheds" or "Cow Barns" as the property people on TV say); this meant taking an armfull of hay between two cows in a stall. One old dear didn't like smoking and I happened to go between them with a freshly lit cigarette. As I was coming back out, a tail flicked, caught the cigarette and flicked it out of my mouth. Unusually, I didn't get a face full of what was on the tail and I turned to swear at the cow and noticed it was looking at me with a smirk on it's face!
They can be annoying too - some like to be the slowest in the herd and others the fastest. We could have half a mile between the first and last cows on the walk from field to farm - which were just over half a mile apart! Even the dogs would give up with two of the old dears.
Some may find it hard to believe, but cows do have a sense of fun. When I was a student (1970/1), I was feeding cows in byres (not "Cow Sheds" or "Cow Barns" as the property people on TV say); this meant taking an armfull of hay between two cows in a stall. One old dear didn't like smoking and I happened to go between them with a freshly lit cigarette. As I was coming back out, a tail flicked, caught the cigarette and flicked it out of my mouth. Unusually, I didn't get a face full of what was on the tail and I turned to swear at the cow and noticed it was looking at me with a smirk on it's face!
They can be annoying too - some like to be the slowest in the herd and others the fastest. We could have half a mile between the first and last cows on the walk from field to farm - which were just over half a mile apart! Even the dogs would give up with two of the old dears.
Better hang on to the idea of that rural idyll. Intensive dairy farming may be closer than we think.
I've seen this out in Cyprus where - naturally, due to the climate - lush green pasture isn't exactly abundant. Cows are kept indoors and fed on grain, year-round.
Up to their knees in s
t and maddened by flies in the 40C+ summer heat. Sickening.
I've seen this out in Cyprus where - naturally, due to the climate - lush green pasture isn't exactly abundant. Cows are kept indoors and fed on grain, year-round.
Up to their knees in s
t and maddened by flies in the 40C+ summer heat. Sickening. Mrs C's parents are huge farmers in NZ. The first time I visited I was taken out on quads around the farm. When cows think they are being moved to a new pasture they go mental. Each paddock is segregated by a 6-8 foot path where the farmers ride their quads, and to ride down one of those only to turn round and see hundreds of cows galloping with you is a sight you don't forget easily...I almost came off the quad. Ears, tongues and feet/hooves everywhere.
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