One of the very best things about living in a rural town like Much Wenlock is that you can be setting off for the shops to buy ordinary stuff like a local newspaper or half a dozen eggs, and come upon small happenings of one sort or another. So here we are. As we slipped and slid down the muddy path that brings you first to the Priory ruins, and thence to the town centre, we met up with a new batch of Highland Cattle recently ensconced in the Cutlins meadow. Teenage moos, I should think. Not fully grown anyway. They were certainly most curious, and so posed nicely to have their photos taken. Or at least two of them did. The third was too busy eating breakfast.
Yum! Lovely crunchy hay. So important to keep well stoked up in this cold snap.
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43 thoughts on “How Now Brown (And Black) Cows…”
What a fun ‘happen upon’ and dressed for the cold .
Tish, Tell me how to find Much Wenlock on the map. I’m not having much luck looking at a world Atlas.
That sounds a real challenge, looking for us on a world atlas! A bit like trying to find a needle in the cows’ hay rack. We’re in Shropshire, which is north of Birmingham (English West Midlands), nearest town to the east is Telford.
Thank you. I did fine the general location. I’m putting together a world map and pinpointing all of my blog friends and the location of my sons deepwater rig so my grands can understand the world better. It is a big place but such a small world
That sounds a lovely thing to do.
Definitely dressed for the cold!
Don’t they look so friendly! And do you know where “how now, brown cow” came from? I remember my father saying it
It’s apparently an elocution exercise from the days when our parents’ generation bothered about such matters. My mother used to say it too.
Well I never knew that! ……and the French lesson book my parent’s had contained such useful phrases as ‘our cows are bigger than yours’!! I have never forgotten that, because it was so ridiculous
That is really rather bonkers, isn’t it. I’m trying to conjure the scene where one might dare to use that phrase. I think it might elicit the response: ‘La vache!’ which I believe is an expletive 🙂
Well aren’t they handsome. You are so fortunate, hope the slipping and sliding down the path wasn’t too serious though x
We do have very slithery mud in Wenlock 🙂
So adorable with their long fringes. How on earth do they see where they’re going? They’re a bit like old English sheepdogs. My friend had one and it kept bumping into the furniture. 🙂
Yes those long fringes. Maybe that’s why they move so slowly.
I love Highland cows. The always look so friendly. 😊
They look like a bovine shaggy dog story. 🙂 🙂
Oh, so cute! I love them.
Hard not to be captivated, though they are enigmatic beings.
They’re so cute and hairy. 🙂
And so very Zen in their slow, slow ways.
Woolly cows I must say!
I would be doing a double take if I saw cows like this around here! Love the expression on the caramel-coloured cow on the left. She has ‘diva’ written all over her face 🙂
Yes, that show of alertness is not one of their usual features 🙂
Those are indeed “heeland coos” If ever i saw them. I always want to brush their coats. What cuties.
Their coats are just amazing. And they do indeed always look in need of a bit of grooming, though I can’t imagine what kind of brush would get in amongst all those shaggy layers.
I’m imaging a Scotland from the middle ages, filled with folds of Highland Cattle roaming the glens and meadows…
Now that would be a fine sight, Dries.
Do their horns grow as big as the ankole 🐄?
Good morning & happy Sunday
Heavens, that would be a happening – if they grew horns that big, Mak. The biggest I’ve seen on a Highland moo is around half a metre (each side), and that’s impressive enough at clase quarters over the field fence. But thank you for setting me this somewhat unexpected ‘compare and contrast’ cattle horn exercise, and all before breakfast. Happy Sunday to you too 🙂
I love Highland Cattle. I feel I have an affinity with cows. Those big doleful eyes (if you can see them). They are so calming to spend time with. One day I would like a Jersey cow at the bottom of my garden.
A cow at the bottom of the garden would be very handy too!
I love this!
They are so pretty! And how fabulous to be able to see something like the on an ordinary errand into town. Lovely photos Tish.
Thank you, Alison.
Yep, definitely teenagers. They ‘need a haircut!’ 😀
They are so beautiful. Thank you for sharing!
They must know how cute and photogenic they are!
To be honest, Gilly, one doesn’t see too many signs that they do 😉
I grew up with that saying as well. Love these cows! aWEsOMe! ❤️🦋🌀