was what we heard when arriving at Hólmavað today. It was time to separate the lambs from the ewes, which always results in quite some noise as they are looking and calling for each other. Upon arrival Snilld was already in the paddock, hopping up on the fence when spotting me and of course begging for treats. Luckily she had both her daughters with her, so I got 100% of my "herd" back from the highlands. 
Inside people were busy with reading eartags and checking, who had already arrived back home and who is still missing. The ewes, rams and muttons went outside again, the lambs remained in the stable. After sorting, a few ewes, which are going to stay with the lambs, were allowed inside again, the others were driven to the fields north of the farm. They were rather eager to leave and just rushed to their place. The lambs on the other hand were supposed to go south of the road, which means they had to be driven over a field and then under the bridge to get to their new pasture. The ewes knew where they were going and rushed under the bridge, but the lambs were a bit more stubborn, not knowing where to go and a bit shy setting hoof on the new place. But in the end everybody was where he/she was supposed to be. Next step will be driving them home again to weigh and judge them to decide, which ones will be future breeding animals and which ones are going to the slaughterhouse. Not an easy decision, but a necessary.
I'm very happy about the looks of my lambs, rather long legs, pretty faces and good wool.