Waiting at the airport, five hour delay because its very windy in Iceland. Paris has been good as always but Im very much looking forward to a Christmas holiday at the farm with my family&ewes. Hope we’ll get snow ☃️
A few of my best highlands memories from last summer. My mind always wanders to the highlands when I have essays to write. Truely my favourite place in this world. Always remember to take goofy photos too.
I could finally go home after a month in Reykjavík (too long if you ask me). It was so good to meet my four legged friends. They’ve moved into the sheephouse now but today we went out. Hrísla, María and Cassandra say hello and hope you’ve all had a wonderful weekend (I hope so too).
One of those photos I never posted. Lambing season is my favourite time of the year. Soon the fengitími season starts, thats when the lambs are made. The rams really enjoy the fengitími.
Its good to have friends who know how to take a proper photo, thanks @benjaminhardman
One of my favourite things to do when I have a day off is to take a road trip. When you live in Iceland, it doesnt matter where you go, you always end up somewhere beautiful. Last week I went to Borgarfjörður, of course the road trip included a dip in water from a hot spring. This place @krauma_baths was very nice, the water comes from Deildartunguhver (try saying that!).
Couldnt choose one photo of me and Valli so I chose four. He’s such a funny ram. Tiny for his age. When I was a kid I had a sheep named Dimma. She was special and a cuddler. The last lamb Dimma had before she died of old age is called Ísabella, she’s now my oldest sheep and the mother of Valli. Because of her old age she’s not milking enough so we bottle feed Valli.
Who wants a pet lamb?
When I was a kid I always dreamt of having a lamb, that would not grow up, just stay tiny forever. I’ve had many pet lambs, but they all became sheep. Wonderful sheep, but they couldnt stay in the house and wear diapers so they’ve all had to move to the sheephouse. Still waiting for that childhood dream to come true.
Yesterday was smaladagur - gathering day. All landowners are required by law to find all the sheep on their land and check if there are any that dont belong to them. Then all the sheep that are in the wrong land are taken to réttir and we have skilaréttir. Mini version of réttir.
Today I went to réttir. Mainly to check if Mandla would show up. Guess who’s the first sheep I see there? Mandla of course. She’s one of my favourites. I raised her because her mum died when she was just a few weeks old. If you swipe, you can see a picture of her when she was a lamb.