So this is why I get death stares from cows; not speaking to them in their native language.
When I was a kid, my sister and I would play a game on road trips called, “Hey Cow!” It’s a Midwestern game.
Basically, you hang your head out the car window when you see a field of cows, and scream, “HEY COW!!” at the top of your lungs. You get a point for every cow that looks at you. You take turns yelling at cows until the road trip is over, or until you lose your voice. Usually, it was the latter.
My mother let us play this game because we would lose our voices early on, and then the rest of the road trip would be silent.
We usually played this game out in the Midwest farmlands, so there was rarely any people in the cow pastures. But yes, if there were any people out there, they would look up too.
So this is why I get death stares from cows; not speaking to them in their native language.
When I was a kid, my sister and I would play a game on road trips called, “Hey Cow!” It’s a Midwestern game.
Basically, you hang your head out the car window when you see a field of cows, and scream, “HEY COW!!” at the top of your lungs. You get a point for every cow that looks at you. You take turns yelling at cows until the road trip is over, or until you lose your voice. Usually, it was the latter.
My mother let us play this game because we would lose our voices early on, and then the rest of the road trip would be silent.
Smart!
Did any people ever look up?
We usually played this game out in the Midwest farmlands, so there was rarely any people in the cow pastures. But yes, if there were any people out there, they would look up too.