A nod, hand moving along to the cow's flank for a bit of scratching that she was leaning in to, "Yeah, some do." Especially some of the younger ones- then again the older ones would happily bowl someone over or just not notice it.

Weird for a cow to smell of ripe blackberries, but there they were growing on her.

"It's a possibility," young and energetic, and just as happy to stand and graze- or get petted and scritched. "I'll be fine. Walked on worse."