The newest shoot of grass growing on a bit of volcanic wasteland for the first time ever in the history of the world, that’s the one that tastes best to a sheep, and they will risk life and hoof to get it.
Marauders in Stekkalækur
They’re Icelandic, hence very independent. No sherpas needed.
The sheep missed a blob there on the cliff.
Don’t worry. They’ll be back to finish.
A Farm Road in South Iceland
One jolt of hormones lasts centuries here.
Well, the very first blade of the very first grass to ever grow on a steep, eroding slope, that’s what. Mmmm.
It’s self-defeating, but, oh my, it tastes so good.
Moss eats rock.
Sheep hooves cut moss.
That’s right, look the other way.
Houses for the mind.Poems for the body.