Now, in economy terms, that is what I would call a
BULL MARKET.
I ended up on the other side of a barn when I was a kid when I waltzed behind a cow when my grandpa was putting the milker on one of her udders.......he told me to NEVER WALK BEHIND A COW.........point well taken and remembered well to this day.
The same thing is true of horses. Walking down an aisle of Belgian draft horses in 'head in' stalls can be very intimidating. Fortunately the big brutes are pretty mild mannered.
A cow did kick my grandmother, breaking her arm. Her grandchildren helped out in rotations of 2 at a time for about 6 weeks. I was in the last rotation. I have a lot of found memories from that week. Having a broken arm didn't slow grandma down all that much. She still slaughtered chickens, although we had to snare them. Since some folks have weak stomachs, I'll not go into too much detail on her technique, expect to say that no axe was involved, but galoshes and a flat rock were. :)