A racetrack has been set up close to a friend’s house. First I scanned it with my binoculars (kitchen window), then I went over, in order to take a closer look at the starting field. Hilarious. A gang of lambs on a dead-end village road, speeding and galloping back and forth, next to a lamb kindergarten, little ones cheerfully teasing ewes, clambering about their mothers’ backs, jumping around in search of amusement.
Within the next few days, all the sheep of the Faroe Islands move back to the „outfields“, lambs wearing new earmarks that indicate ownership and year of birth. Bye-bye, village racetrack and kindergarten. See you again next year.