A COUPLE OF years ago, my son and I were in Iceland walking through the Fljótsdalshreppur valley toward the Hengifoss waterfall. Roughly halfway through our walk, I had a welcome distraction from wondering how to pronounce Fljótsdalshreppur when we came upon a fence with a closed gate. A sign in English and Icelandic said, “Please close the gate so the sheep won’t escape.”
We’d passed several sheep prior to reaching the gate, and a quick look ahead revealed several clusters of sheep beyond the gate. A new mental exercise: Which sheep were the escapees?
While the number of sheep in Iceland has decreased steadily since 1980—my son and I are only partially responsible for the decline, having spent seven days steadily consuming pylsur, or Icelandic hot dogs, featuring lamb as a main ingredient—there are still nearly one sheep per person. You would think a country with this human-to-sheep ratio would excel at containing sheep. Nope.
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