The next morning, Jared plodded out to the field with his herd. His days were already settling into a routine that he found comforting. One of the cows would usually be waiting for him when he reached the pasture, tail up and ready to receive. Mating was natural and intense, and he looked forward to each encounter with growing enthusiasm.
By mid-afternoon, he had serviced seven females and was resting up for number eight when he became aware of conversations. Not human words or sounds, but his mind somehow translated the lowing, grunting and even body language into English.
"...and that machine is so cold in the mornings! If the farmer doesn't start warming them up a little, I'm gonna ask Moo to put him in the herd and see how HE likes it!" A cluster of black and white Gurnseys was nearbye, chewing cud in the afternoon sun. "I do like the grass this time of year. Very sweet, with enough body to hold up for the second time around."
Jared was amazed. The cattle talked amongst themselves like people! He had never thought that thier sounds were really anything meaningful. Moving to the group, he cleared his throught and bellowed. "Hello! May I join the conversation?"
The cows seemed surprised, but the ones nearbye pressed against him in welcome. "Certainly, handsome bully-boy! The males usually don't have much to do with us. Are you having a good time?" The cow across from him was 'talking', though it was ear flips, nostril flares, and some lowing.
"Uh, yeah. This has been really fantastic. I never thought being a bull could be so great." Jared was also 'speaking' speaking in body movements and snorts.
"So, what herd did you come from?" asked one of the other cows.