I’m with you there.. When I was growing up there was a herd of cows in the field next to our house. One of the cows took to coming over to the fence whenever we were in the garden. We started stroking her nose and scratching her ears through the fence, then over the fence and by the end of the summer, she was happy to give us rides round the field. Mooky we called her. Yes, I love cows too. 🙂
Ohh, that is so sweet….
These cows, about 9-10, comes forward to “greet” almost every day when we walk past them, and if they comes “to near”, my dogs gets kind of upset, but the cows just looks at them, so friendly and kind. Beautiful animals.
In New Zealand I used to milk cows and they all have different personalities, I got quite attached to them and even though we were milking 300 we still knew every one individually
I’m with you there.. When I was growing up there was a herd of cows in the field next to our house. One of the cows took to coming over to the fence whenever we were in the garden. We started stroking her nose and scratching her ears through the fence, then over the fence and by the end of the summer, she was happy to give us rides round the field. Mooky we called her. Yes, I love cows too. 🙂
Ohh, that is so sweet….
These cows, about 9-10, comes forward to “greet” almost every day when we walk past them, and if they comes “to near”, my dogs gets kind of upset, but the cows just looks at them, so friendly and kind. Beautiful animals.
In New Zealand I used to milk cows and they all have different personalities, I got quite attached to them and even though we were milking 300 we still knew every one individually