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A long weekend for a Penguin usually means some warm socks to keep her flippers warm and off she flies to the countryside. I love that time away from the city. I don´t really need a watch to catch every minute and obsess about where to be on time. Nothing gets you back on the ground like a long day spent outside with some old-fashioned hard labor that makes you sleep like a baby afterwards. Minus the smells that can clog up your nose, or the indignant looks your horse gives you when the hey is a bit late.
Spring is the best time though. The countryside is filled with new arrivals every day now. Lambs, puppies and foals, even pigs run about the barn as if they´ve always been there. So this Wednesday I thought I give you a few photos of the life I am fortunate to get to live outside of Reykjavik.
There is a pig on our farm again. We had one two years ago. It didn´t know it was a pig back then either. It thought it was a dog and ran after the horses with the other dogs. This time around, our pig thinks it belongs to the species of sheep. Here you see it with its best friend taking a nap. And you always thought sheep were stupid, I am here to tell you that if you can have a psychotic illness such as delusion and identity crisis, few things distinguish you from the top of the food chain.
Here you see our very own Penguin, feeding the pig … probably salmon in a delicious lemon sauce topped with parsley to go with its sophistication.
There are always horses where I am. And those of you who have known me for a bit, know that the white horse is Pocahontas, aka Monika. Magnificient creatures. Careful though, beneath that graceful exterior is a mule waiting to get out and kick something, preferably human limbs.
I am sorry for the squeaky voice following this, but look how cute he is. Two weeks old, of a poodlish persuasion. Loves to crawl up to my neck area and sleep under my chin. Fits into the palm of my hands. Tried to wrap him around my little finger, didn´t work! It´s more like the other way around.
And just in case you have been wondering about our little lamb a few weeks back, which I aptly named “Against all Odds”. Allow me to introduce you to Ofeigur. He is alive, healthy and kicking, too. And although he drags his leg a bit, he is the toughest lamb I ever knew. And my affection belongs entirely to him, with a bit of a soft spot for this one:
which I aptly called Bambi. I am so good at naming things, don´t you think?
now: for different kinds of animal behavior go to Humorblogs and monkey around over there!
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