That's right, you read correctly, this post will be about cow sex - sorry, no pictures - we're keeping it semi-PG. Todd's training for the Twin Cities marathon at the beginning of October and I'm helping out. I'm what mom and dad Wellnitz would call the "sag wagon." I followed Todd on my bike, carrying water, an extra shirt, letting him know the mileage and the time, and getting some much needed exercise myself. Today's run/bike was 13 miles along the country roads just south of our house. Its so peaceful out there, you see fields of corn and soy beans, barns, and cows.
We were passing a field and I saw 4 enourmous cows who started running; 3 males were trying to mount the lone female. One mounted her on her back side, another on her head (for goodness sakes!) and the third didn't really know what to do except stand close by and he was clearly "excited" too.
You feel bad for the female; she just sat down in the grass to get them off of her, there wasn't much else she could do.
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