They could get a good scratching too with the cow tongue! Like #2 sandpaper! LOL They should have tried salt.i think the 'make farm hands blush' was more about the imaginativeness of a farm hand rather then a city slicker wise to the ways of the world and worldy women:
a farmer saw his animals mate. they didnt 'make love' (well, i think stallions do a bit, as well as bucks to his harem, but everyone else is prettye much bam bam thank u ma'am style) so farmers were thought to jsut do the ';missionary' , do it and roll off to the side. where as city folks were thought to spend more time (they werent up at teh crack of dawn to feed and muck out, they showered in warm water daily, something that on many farms -and here on the kibbutz in the beginning, and with hubby's village even now- was luxury. at teh best a farm hand smelled clean. at his worst, smelled like pig ****, billy buck or whatever.
to tell the truth, kibbutz boys were always slow to mature, because they were raised with close sisterly contact up til army age, with the girls... and most were already working at age 13, and didnt have time or money (nor ws it considered 'our way' to be dressed up in finery. i suspect farms in the states were/are similar.
on the hother hand, here at least, when the goat breeding season starts it coincideds with holiday vacations for many many religious jewish families. many of the women come from very strict backgrounds, so i had many humurous stories in my petting zoo: they separte the men from the women for most activities so i would get the women, and tell them the stories of my nanny goats' courtships with avram (abraham) my beautiful boer billy goat. the subject would start with the breeding and then soeone , very quietly, would ask about the lenghth of the organ, how long the breeding took, if the nanny goats enjoyed it, and then i would tell them stories of the birthings. most of these stories i could only tell to married women. the younger girls were not allowed to hear the breeding/birthing stories. these women loved tha birthing stories because they also tend to have large families , often with twins, but also the breeding and courtship of the buck was very different then with them (matchmaker marriages)...
i always loved the breeding season for my goats, and loved watching when we had our beautiful male cyprriot donkey jack (django was his name) when he mated with his harem. i did have times when men would allude to the breeding as stirring them up too much... i dont think it was just the sight of animals breeding. i think there are a lot of hormones floating around and it actually affects adults. i think particularly the hormones of a billy buck goat, its pheramones... although not scientifically proven, i believe that it affects poeple...
i dont know about americans or europeans, but here most people feel uncomfortable haveing an anaiml w/o a partner; deeply rooted from the 'two by two' , family oriented society here. same as my husband from his village. for every male there has to be a female also or vice versa...
now completely off thsi thread: there was a rumour here that a cow's saliva would make bald men grow hair again so people used to come out to the kibbutz when we still had our dairy farm, and try to get cows to lick their skulls. cows of course dont really like to lick so people would invent ideas like smearing honey on the skull or sprinkling grain on the head to get the cow to lick. wouldnt cathch any of us letting a cow lick us.....ichhhhhhhhh....
It is fun to hear how different cultures look at things. It all sounds like you have plenty of interesting stories to tell.