I was a city girl but when we went on trips us kids would stick our heads out the car windows and moo at the cows.
I remember one time I got up early and made my Grandpa's eggs for him. He liked them between runny and medium. When he ate them he said that I had cooked them just right. This compliment made me so happy I still remember it to this day.
“moo at the cows”
I’ll admit I’ve done my fair share at mooing.
There was nothing like a cow looking at me like I’m the
stupid one, LOL