It never ceases to amaze me how cows will drop everything they’re doing to chase after the truck that feeds them.
Not only can they hear their dinner coming over a mile away, but they can see it. At over a mile away, they can tell you the make, model, color and fuel type of the vehicle in question without even looking.
I know. Not exactly feminine. It’s temporary. But I kinda like it. It’s great for toting around three dirty boys. No carpet, all leather. And it’s like a tank. I can’t destroy it no matter how many times I back into the Bermuda sprigger. And the best part of all… it’s got a bun warmer.
Can you tell the difference?
Our cows can.
It might take them a time or two, but they figure it out.
At first, I was annoyed that the heifers kept swarming my truck like paparazzi on JLo. But once they figured it out, they completely ignored my paltry passing altogether. The rejection was somewhat disheartening.
And it’s not just our cows. All cows know the truck that feeds them. One of our neighbors drives a similar truck. Same make, similar model, same fuel type, different color. We drive by his cows every day, and not once have his cows mistaken our truck for his.