The cows turned as one entity, looked me over from head to toe, and sneezed.

I could have sworn the cows turned to vapor as we seemingly passed through them.

As the cow turns, the horse is to draw back over its hocks and then turn with the cow.

As if in total agreement, the cow turned her head and licked Chow's face.

Now and then an old cow turns vicious and puts every one out of the corral.

Even the black and white cows that graze on the brush have turned gray and blend into the darkness.

A cow dashed on, then turned back.

Two cows turned and stared at the light.

It was strong and getting stronger in there right before all the cows turned to vampires the other night.

A mellow camel-colored cow turned her glassy brown eyes our way.