Cows on parade

Walking Eva this evening, who is a friend of the cows in nearby fields. They line up to see her, she takes a moment to look at their parade, in turn the cows wonder who I am (I blow down my nose, noisily, to match their 'greeting', seems to work...). Then we go our separate ways, Eva has a stick to catch, and the cows want to snack on some more grass.