bones

Sheep! At least I think they are sheep. These bones, and hundreds of others, had washed up on the beach on the island of Vigur. Vigur is the island where Gisli Sursson hid for many years during his exile. Now it is home to one family, their cows, and a huge number of puffins, eider ducks and terns.
The puffins made me giggle.

Anyway, the bones were all beautifully bleached by the sun, and we found some good skull fragments which I arranged rather hastily for this photo.

Wolfsjäl