We took a short drive up to Þeistareykir today, had a look at the vegetation and where most of the sheep were to find. Surprisingly there were a lot around the hut, which I didn't expect. We looked out for Snilld and her rams, but she was nowhere to see. Instead we met Hrund's Skellibjalla and her lambs. She came to get a good scratch and enjoyed some help getting rid off the old wool.
You already saw that we have been pimping our trailer a bit the last days and today we finally put the new stickers on it. The original drawing is by Pétur Behrens, who gave me permission to change it into a vector graphic, which was used to cut the sticker.
We are really happy with the results, now we just have to cover up the leftovers of the original sticker. 
Afterwards we helped Gísli putting two of his youngsters, which were going to their summerpasture, on the trailer before going for a quick ride ourselves. It's amazing to see all the different birds when you ride by the seaside. There was a rather rare guest, too. It was a Great Skua, probably the same bird that was here the last 2 years already. Its wingspan is up to 140cm! Great Skuas are more common in the South and Southeast, but there are a few couples nesting elsewhere around Iceland. 
Just a little bit smaller is the Arctic Skua, with a wingspan up to 125cm. There are three colour morphs around: light, intermediate and dark. The later I got to see very, very close today as I got too close to its nest and it attacked me and Sigtýr rather fiercly always aiming for the highest point, which was luckily my helmet. I think Ingólfur got to watch quite a show as he chose the riding path further away of the nest and the bird decided I was more of a threat to him. I was very impressed, that Sigtýr kept that calm under airattack, with a "swooshing" sound following every charge, just when the Artic Skua came from the back, he wasn't sure if it wouldn't be better to run. Well, we survived but if the bird would just act like the Snipe and keep calm, when somebody comes closer, it would be easier for everybody.
Last but not least it was time to fetch some water and then release the horses back to the field, which always ends in a big run and jump.