They had been scattered in trios all over one hundred square miles of highlands less than a week ago. Now they are all being driven toward one point, the holding area at the gate to the road leading back to their farms.
They begin to come into view, just as the horses did, this time looking like long white necklaces floating over the landscape. Enlarge some of these photos to pick out the animals.
My companions are heading back for sandwiches after all the animals on our side of the valley have passed, along with shepherds on foot, on horseback and on an ATV.
Three days after the round-up in this valley, a giant early season snow storm buried northeastern Iceland, and many sheep who had not been brought down yet perished under the snow. This land can be harsh. The farmers' risks are great.