{"id":508,"date":"2006-06-09T07:04:31","date_gmt":"2006-06-09T12:04:31","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.tommangan.net\/twoheeldrive\/?p=508"},"modified":"2006-06-09T07:04:31","modified_gmt":"2006-06-09T12:04:31","slug":"another-cow-encounter","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.tommangan.net\/twoheeldrive\/index.php\/2006\/06\/09\/another-cow-encounter\/","title":{"rendered":"Another cow encounter"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>I&#8217;m getting sick of cows.<br \/>\n<P><br \/>\nThey are big, they are stupid, and they leave stupendous piles of crap on the trail that I inevitably step in.<br \/>\n<P><br \/>\nThe other day I was on my morning hike and had to navigate through a rather large gathering of cattle &#8212; many females, a few babies and a single large, majestic Angus bull.  I smooth-talk my way through the herdlet and move on down the trail when a large, very pregnant cow comes storming out of the underbrush and stops square in front of me on the trail.<br \/>\n<P><br \/>\nThis is odd and a bit scary: cattle ALWAYS run away. Well, adult bulls rise slowly as if they&#8217;re doing you an enormous favor by lifting their bulk onto four hooves, then wander casually away as if to say &#8220;oh, yeah, thanks for reminding me about that grass I hadn&#8217;t grazed just up the hillside over there.&#8221; It&#8217;s humiliating for a bull to be hurried. A guy thing.<br \/>\n<P><br \/>\nBack to my cow: Last time this happened I tried yelling at the cow and it just made her madder and more aggressive. This time I raised my hiking poles in the direction of her nose and that seemed to hold her off, but she didn&#8217;t cede an inch of trail.<br \/>\n<P><br \/>\nI resorted to sweet talking her: &#8220;that&#8217;s a nice cow, everything&#8217;s gonna be OK, just stay calm and nobody gets hurt,&#8221; softly, like a mental health counselor asking how her mother is the root of her hostility.<br \/>\n<P><br \/>\nAfter a minute or two of this I was able to persuade her that I was not a mountain lion, apparently. I moved toward her and she moved out of the way.<br \/>\n<P><br \/>\nAs I walked away I noticed my ankles were shaking a bit. Geeze, talk about humiliating: the cow had given me a genuine scare.<br \/>\n<P><br \/>\nI passed this story along to my wife, who told me that when a female bovine is giving birth, a sister cow often will stand guard and attempt to ward off predators.<br \/>\n<P><br \/>\nSo that explains it. What I&#8217;ve learned from two years of hiking around cattle is that they are not aggressive, do not stand their ground, and  flee at the slightest threat.  The biggest, baddest-looking bull is harmless (though I&#8217;ve never tried to provoke one). Baby bovines are cute as hell and may try to follow you around.<br \/>\n<P><br \/>\nIf you see a bunch of babies around, it means it&#8217;s calving season and there may be births happening nearby. Which means don&#8217;t be surprised if a cow rushes at you with a mean, intimidating look on her face. She&#8217;s just doing her job (naturally, bulls can&#8217;t be troubled with such trivial duties as protecting a birthing mother. It might upset their sperm count.)<br \/>\n<P><br \/>\nThere&#8217;s no sense trying to outrun a cow: you can&#8217;t.    Which means if you&#8217;re confronted with the rare aggressive female blocking the trail, all you can do is hold your ground and give her time to figure out you&#8217;re not a threat. Cows are extremely thick-headed, so this takes awhile.<br \/>\n<P><br \/>\nOnce it&#8217;s all over you can thank all those right-thinking consumers of free-range beef for enabling park districts to rent their lands to cattle ranchers.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I&#8217;m getting sick of cows. They are big, they are stupid, and they leave stupendous piles of crap on the trail that I inevitably step in. 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