More Fýll!

I can´t get enough of fýll. But that will probably change when there are more than three different kinds of birds here in Vík. Even though they are a rather homely bird when not in flight, and their voices sound like rattling pieces of wood, they possess the beautiful scientific name of Fulmaris glacialis, which almost makes up for the rest of their unpleasantries.

Today I resisted the strong urge to take a nap (which I´ve been doing every day, unfortunately) and took a walk with three guests who are staying here for a couple of days. I had planned to go back down to the beach and take more photos of the waves, because they were extra big, but instead we walked up to the top of the hill to see the cemetery. I wasn´t too impressed with that part, so I wandered down to the edge of the cliff and peered down onto the fýll, which caused quite a disturbance. I was more afraid of being puked on than falling off of the cliff, so I braced myself in the frigid wind and hoped that it´s not possible to fly and vomit at the same time. (I don´t think it is.)

I think I interrupted a meeting.

Scram, or we will puke on you!

Somehow, they are rather cute.