Moo means MOVE!
Glory Bee keeps an eye on me. She knows when I’m coming to dump their two bales for the day into the cow feeder inside the outdoor-access stall. By the time I get in the barn to toss the bales, she’s in there waiting for me. BP is slow and she has to line up outside the door. She moos and moos and moos until FINALLY Glory Bee moves over and lets her in.
I keep telling her she’s gotta be faster!