Till the Cows Come Home!

Cows! Waiting to cross the road

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.

So Many Cows!

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.