Animal Lover

This was my very own sheep, I fed it allowed it to suck my hand, and followed into all corners of the island, making sure it would not fall into a lake, or get hurt by the bigger sheep. I like the fact that it is a black sheep, find that quite amusing. Later on, as nature very often goes, it was sent to Stykkishólmur and the slaughterhouse there. I was deeply affected, but my bank account grew and I got a jumper and a hat out of it.

The farmer Svana on the island has about 300 sheeps (she is my mother's friend, remember in previous post where another farmer was mentioned). She keeps a notebook on all details of every sheep. Each sheep is marked in the air with a "tatoo" however she claims she recognises each sheep from a mile away just by its face, walk, run and sound. Truly impressive.


This was my favourite cow. I slept on her, next to her, ate the same food as her, everything and I milked her with great care. I think I spent more time with this cow than with any human being.

In Flatey there was also a wild wild bull, when it escaped the phone rang around the island (there were only about 20 houses) to break the news. It was one of these bulls who was "not a friend of humans". It was pure testerone and so aggressive. One day there was a rumour that me and a friend Lisa were with the bull. True I was walking under the bull and my friend walking in front of it stopping it every 2 metres to put some vaseline in its face, as we thought he would like it. We loved this bull and to everyones mystery - the bull seemed to love us.




I just loved this dog. It was my second best friend. His name was Lubbi.
I have a big collection of photos with animals, after slagging and bitching about bitches for almost an eternity, I just want to say: I love Animals.