Leisure by William Henry Davies

What is this life if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.
No time to stand beneath the boughs
And stare as long as sheep or cows.
No time to see, when woods we pass,
Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass.
No time to see, in broad daylight,
Streams full of stars, like skies at night.


Driving home to Glasgow this morning I spotted this small herd of cows lying on the grass. There was a lay by nearby so in I popped, grabbed the camera and as I lifted it up to take the photo the cows, all of them, stood and in a line walked towards the fence. 


When sheep see me they scarper away as fast as they can but these cows were really curious and were quite happy to have their photo taken.