In this strange place the baby lambs always seem to come in pairs. Even more surprisingly some of them are piebald, like tiny furry cows. It was lambing season when we visited, so the roadside was dotted with hundreds of these adorable creatures. Some of them were just so cute that Adrian would suddenly veer off the road so that we could stop and admire the way their little tails flew back and forth as they fed.
John pretended not to think the sheep were very cute, and made mock grumbling sounds when ever we stopped to take a closer look. However, Jay, Adrian, and I all voted that they were completely charming. These regions of Iceland were reminiscent of Tolkien’s Bag End, and I expected to see hobbits emerging from their holes. The turf keeps the houses snug under the snow during winter, and during summer they sprout a vibrant green top.
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