Friday, September 12, 2014

Cow Psychology

Originally Posted Sept. 23, 2004 by Mags

Our main pleasure as we cross the dull, husked prairie (or, as one sign benevolently described it- “A Friendly Land of Infinite Variety”) is an investigation of America's most beloved and well-fed animal: the cow. Although range cows have been maligned by many as the laziest, fly-infested, chigger-ridden, land eroding, disgustingly bloated maggots ever to trample the earth, we intend to take a more objective approach in identifying their unique traits and psychology. Our field work into cow psychology is conducted in the plains and prairie states of the western and mid-western United States. A typical field experiment proceeds as follows:

Somewhere in the rolling hills of South Dakota, Nebraska or Iowa


We plow wind, our knee caps split with pain. Then they appear as we round a curve. Cows! Brown, black and white cows, all stationary with their heads bowed to the grass. Then the sentry cow lifts her head and looks at us. Her spoon shaped ears stick out on each side of the broad face, her two front legs are stanchioned beneath her torso. The torso stretches outwards and downwards within a huge ribcage. Soon the entire herd of 72 cows is staring at us. We are now 10 feet from the sentry cow separated only by a barbed wire fence. “GITONOUTTAHERE! MOVE IT MOVE IT! GIT-GIT!” The cows start and begin to stand. “GITONOUTTAHERE!” we yell again. We are jubilant. The sentry cow turns and trots up a hill behind the herd. Then all of them are running up the hill. Tremendous bellies of all colors swing from side to side. Cow flesh surges together in herd flight. At the crest of the hill they've all come together, they rub and brush each other as they run. 

Analysis of field experiment:
The first sign of the herd’s intelligence is the detection of the researchers before we speak. It is to their credit that the herd is able to distinguish us (brightly clad pirates on a long bike) from the 18-wheelers that rush past them everyday. The herd’s ability to identify something abnormal such as us suggests that the herd may still perceive danger although their capacity to avoid danger, say, in the shape of a grizzly bear has been greatly reduced by hundreds of years of human selection for massive torso size and small leg diameter. 


The next indication of the cow's intelligence is its ability to distinguish between different words. In early attempts to incite exercise among the herd we would yell the word "maa". In practice it sounds like a twisted, harsh version of "moo". A "maa" shouted in a shrill stacotto only ever illicited a glance from the herd but the phrase "GITONOUTTAHERE" caused a swift, organized stampede in 71% of the trials. 


In conclusion, we suggest that cows are not stupid, stinky beasts but are actually sensitive, community oriented hive organisms that respond well to repeated phrases and high decibel yelling.
Posted by Mags at 02:57 PM | Comments (1)

Original Comments:  Cow Psychology

Your cow story brought back memories of when I was dating Earl. He had spent the summer building a small boat and was eager to try it out on the Jordan River. As we floated down the river we saw a baby calf that had fallen into the water. The distressed mother cow was standing near the washed out bank bellowing for it to climb out. It was obvious there was no way it could get get up over that steep bank. I told Earl that if he could get the boat over to the bank and stable it there with the paddle that I could climb out and help the calf up. I had barely exited the boat when the whole herd that had been grazing not far away came stampeding right towards me. GETOUTOFHERE was exactly what was going through my mind as I almost tipped the boat over trying to get back in. Then I heard Earl say Stop!Look! I turned and watched as the bull or master of the herd came down and got in front of them and they all stood frozen in place. He certainly had control over them and it was obvious that he recognized I was going to help.I climbed out again and took hold of the front legs of the little one and helped it up over the edge. It immediatly ran over to its mother and began nursing and the others returned to their grazeing.

Posted by Shirley Harris at September 24, 2004 10:49 PM
 

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