Beautiful horse, posing for me :)

The history of the Icelandic Horse can be traced right back to the settlement of the country in the late 9th century. The breed has remained pure for over a thousand years and thus today there is only one breed of horse in Iceland – the Icelandic Horse.

It has played a key role in the life of Icelanders from the beginning. In heathen times the horse was highly regarded and renowned in Norse mythology.

For centuries the horse was the only means of transportation in Iceland as well as being the most important working animal in the days before machinery. Therefore the horse was called “the most useful servant”.

When the first automobile arrived in Iceland in 1913 the horse rapidly became redundant.

Today, there are close to 80.000 horses in Iceland.

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Larus Ridibundus. Not really a black-headed bird, more chocolate-brown - in fact, for much of the year, it has a white head.

It is most definitely not a 'seagull' and is found commonly almost anywhere inland.

Black-headed gulls are sociable, quarrelsome, noisy birds, usually seen in small groups or flocks, often gathering into larger parties where there is plenty of food, or when they are roosting.

Exif: ISO 100 ; f/5.6 ; 1/1250 ; @70mm

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This Maine Coon she-cat became quite concentrated watching tv, for a short while though.

There was a documental on tigers...

One just has to laugh about it :)

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Heavy rain. Once again.

For Grimm's tale "The Bittern and the Hopooe"
Nice lesson :)

"Where do you like best to feed your flocks?" said a man to an old cow-herd.

"Here, sir, where the grass is neither too rich nor too poor, or else it is no use."

"Why not?" asked the man.

"Do you hear that melancholy cry from the meadow there?" answered the shepherd, "that is the bittern; he was once a shepherd, and so was the hoopoe also,--I will tell you the story.

The bittern pastured his flocks on rich green meadows where flowers grew in abundance, so his cows became wild and unmanageable.

The hoopoe drove his cattle on to high barren hills, where the wind plays with the sand, and his cows became thin, and got no strength.

When it was evening, and the shepherds wanted to drive their cows homewards, the bittern could not get his together again; they were too high-spirited, and ran away from him. He called, "Come, cows, come," but it was of no use; they took no notice of his calling.

The hoopoe, however, could not even get his cows up on their legs, so faint and weak had they become. "Up, up, up," screamed he, but it was in vain, they remained lying on the sand.

That is the way when one has no moderation.

And to this day, though they have no herds now to watch, the bittern cries, "Come, cows, come," and the hoopoe, "Up, up, up."

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It might be that for them the water is not so cold.

Tags:   Swan Svanur Cisne Reykjavík Tjörnin Iceland

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