A fun Icelandic game.
Stapavík Trail on the Selfljot
Sure, a ptarmigan on the Selá, Christmas dinner, easy to identify.
And an elf bird in its nest in the hraun, not Christmas dinner, easy enough.
But a cairn in the Villingadalur, that looks like an elvish bird, tricky.
Yet, it’s by it that you find your way through elf country to Christmas dinner.
On the Lower Stapavik Trail, the ptarmigan like to hang out right on the trail edge, right on the edge of the river, among the logs, where the sun gets warm and life is good.
And then they burst up in front of you, from like 20 cm away, and are gone. The trick to disappearing is to remain absolutely still. It didn’t quite work for the one above, which tried to sneak between the cover of two rocks and wound up freezing on the shore grass beside the trail. The one below got it right, though. Safe among the lava lumps.
It’s the joyful hoped-for unexpectedness of the encounters that is so alluring. Like most things in Iceland, “you just never know.”
I’ve heard that my Christmas Ptarmigan was hard to find. Can you see it now?
Here’s the original pic again:
Happy birding. Bonus, even if you can’t find a bird, you can find pretty rocks upstream:
Yes, Seydisfjörður rocks!
Booting around in the rocks and rain near Laxáholl today in this time of climate change, I met an Icelander having lunch (dried berries).
I think snow would be a good idea.