Sounds like a busy night. Never heard the term moo cow before.
Moo cow. The female type. That’s where you get moo juice. Cow squeezin’s. Milk. (I hate to disappoint little kids when I tell them, no, brown cows do not give chocolate milk.) We have one family up the road who has a half acre paddock in his back yard and keeps mini ponies. The guy across the bass pond used to keep two chicken coops, a mule, and an emu. Sounded like Noah’s ark over there. The coyotes finally got into the chicken coops, the mule dropped dead, and I think the emu is a stack of steaks in his garage freezer. (Per my brother-in-law, yes, emu does taste like chicken. I had teriyaki ostrich jerky in Florida once, and it was awesome.)