The herd starts to arrive, on a foggy, blustery afternoon:
More sheep and men on horses come into view:
The groups start to coalesce into one herd. Here they got much better weather:
The sheep fill the corral and the farmers start looking for their marks:
A tired horse gets a well-earned bite to eat:
A boy looks at a sheep's mark. Maybe he's looking for his own summer lamb?
Dragging a reluctant sheep to the farm's corral compartment:
Onlookers sitting on top of the fence around the "almenningur" (commons) - a large area in the middle of the corral where unidentified sheep and sheep that need to be sent to other areas are kept:
An unhappy-looking sheep:
"Are you looking at me?"
A farmer examines a sheep's mark:
This one is feeling cornered:
It used to be the case that you could expect several of the men attending the round-ups to be happily drunk by the time they started dragging the sheep into the pens, but this hardly ever happens any more. This young man, for example, was quite sober, but still having fun:
At some point during the separating people will begin to trickle towards a large corrugated iron shed close by the corral, where the wives of the farmers sell refreshments consisting of coffee or cocoa and home-baked goodies. Many a tired rider has gone there for a caffeine rush and nourishment before the ride home.
Stay tuned for photos from horse round-ups next Saturday.
From my scanned photos