I was a conductor for the railroad and we were taking a train from Beaumont to Houston. In the distance I could see something on the tracks, because of where we were I knew they had to be cows. I grew up ranching cattle so I knew they were not gonna move. I asked the engineer to slow down, but he just said that if he just blew the whistle enough they would move. We hit four cows, not one of them even looked our way before it happened. When we got to Houston I finally got a chance to survey the carnage. Not much blood, but TONS of bovine excrement all over the front of the lead locomotive, and a little on the second unit.