When returning to Windsor, UK late one afternoon, my friends and I were wondering why all the cars on the road had come to a complete standstill.
Turns out that a very large herd of cows had decided to cross the road; presumably to go home to be milked.
It’s a little difficult to make out in the photo, but the dotted brown and white blobs all along the field/house line are actually cows. I have never seen so many all at once before.
We could see no farmer in charge; the cows simply gathered on one side of the busy road and at an unknown signal, decided to cross; and the cars all stopped.
Isn’t that great?
And I’d hardly call this the countryside! I well remember, as a kid, sitting in a car, crawling behind a small herd of cows, as they ambled down a very narrow country lane to their farm to be milked.
That’s when I first heard the expression, “Wait till the cows come home.”
post script: “Till the cows come home” is an old expression meaning for a very long time.