Decades ago I was touring with a friend somewhere in the South West. He wanted to look at a standing stone or something that was in a large field. Not wanting to leave the bikes unattended we wheeled them across the field to the thing, looked at it, then wheeled them back. I looked behind us and all the cows had formed a neat line and were following us across the field. Possibly doing insulting impersonations of us when we looked away.
Actually we were probably doing something that resembled the farmer in their daily routine.