Instead of having an introduction to my blog I'm just going to go ahead and start writing. I have recently arrived in Norway where I will be living for the next 2 years. After unpacking in my new hybel my dad and I went to visit the farm on which he learned Norwegian. The farm is in Valdres and was once the second largest in the entire region. We spent one night at the main farm house then went up to the seter, a farm used in the summer where cows can graze and are milked, which is situated on the top of a 900 meter mountain. In the morning we herded cows from the seter to a pasture about a mile away through a path in the woods. After a few small meals with fresh milk (delicious) it was time to send the cows back. While my dad and Ola, the farmer, fixed a fence, I was charged with herding the 21 cows back to the farm. Armed with a bucket of grain and Ola's statement that the cows wanted to be milked so baldly they would go right back, I started off. After about half an hour of fruitless yelling and offering of grain I returned to my dad and Ola having successfully sent the cows in the wrong direction and spread them about as far apart as possible. What ensued was over an hour of chasing cows through the woods in rain boots, getting 19 to go in the right direction only to see that the other three where heading off somewhere else or had stopped to grab a bite. The situation went quickly from; ha ha, this is fun and will give me a good story to, I am tired and hate rain boots to, if I had a knife one of these cows would be dead. Luckily the next we went to Skarvheimen for a hiking trip, with the warning words "You can't go into the mountains without wool" oops.
I will try to be more concise in future iterations of my blog.
word brah!!
ReplyDeletehave fun dood.