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Little Lamb, Who Made Thee?

Words by
Gunnar Jónsson

Photography by
Golli

If you venture outside Reykjavík and into the countryside, chances are you’ll come across a group of Icelandic sheep eyeing you suspiciously from the side of the road. Worse still, they could be casually standing in the middle of the road, licking it furiously as if they’re daring you to run them over. Those who witness this seemingly ill-advised activity on behalf of the sheep might be forgiven for assuming that they are perhaps not all there. And surely many Icelanders and travellers alike have done exactly that. But as it turns out, the sheep are licking precious salt from the road and accidents happen rarely enough that they’ve developed a devil-may-care attitude that sometimes rubs anxious drivers the wrong way. But lest we forget, the countryside has historically been the domain of sheep.
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If you venture outside Reykjavík and into the countryside, chances are you’ll come across a group of Icelandic sheep eyeing you suspiciously from the side of the road. Worse still, they could be casually standing in the middle of the road, licking it furiously as if they’re daring you to run them over. Those who witness this seemingly ill-advised activity on behalf of the sheep might be forgiven for assuming that they are perhaps not all there. And surely many Icelanders and travellers alike have done exactly that. But as it turns out, the sheep are licking precious salt from the road and accidents happen rarely enough that they’ve developed a devil-may-care attitude that sometimes rubs anxious drivers the wrong way. But lest we forget, the countryside has historically been the domain of sheep.
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