You’ll be impressed to know that I finally finished all of the cards I made with scraps…Last night I started working on Christmas themed scraps, and boy do I have a lot of them. I’ll be making Christmas cards until the cows come home…I did a Google search to find the origin and meaning behind “until the cows come home” and this is what I found.
Where did the phrase until the cows come home originate?
not until the cows come home Not for a long time. Presumably the time referred to is when cows return to the barn for milking. The term has been around since the late sixteenth century. Beaumont and Fletcher’s play The Scornful Lady (1610) stated, “Kiss till the cow come home.”
I read more about it and they said that cows came home for milking around 5AM, so people used that phrase to let others know they’d be staying away until early morning.
Weird how phrases caught on and are still around 400 years later.
I have big news on my yellow decorated bird house from this video.
https://youtu.be/RwKFydWOM2o The little house wrens that set up housekeeping in one of my houses every year, chose the larger yellow house for their nest. Rich and I were so happy, as we really enjoy watching and listening to them. It seems that the lady house wren is in charge of nest building, or rather, she seems to be the foreman…You can hear her giving instructions to the male wren often throughout the day and into early evening. Rich says those birds never seem to rest. I get a kick out of watching the male with a long thin stick, trying to shove it though the opening, and sometimes dropping it, only to start over. I don’t know how long it takes for them to have their eggs hatch, but after the eggs hatch, we get to hear how hungry the babies are, as they must get their language skills from their mother. They are loud and needy, and those poor parents work from morning until night, finding big bugs to feed to their babies. That’s some serious commitment.
I’ve mentioned before that we have a Blink security system. Rich bought it for me for Christmas, mainly to watch the animals we feed at the back of our property. Last night, Rich got three notifications of new videos…One was a raccoon, one was a cat (that’s the first video we’ve gotten of a cat,) and the last one had Rich jumping out of his chair. A spider crawled across the camera lens…Can you imagine how large that spider appeared on video? Yikes!
Our weather has taken a turn for the worse, and it’s now thundering…That’s my cue to give up typing and take Honey to the basement, as she’s already whining. This will escalate into whining, crying and running up and down the hall with a large stuffed animal unless I take her to the basement where she won’t be able to hear what’s going on outside…More later.