The egg collector of Ondverdanes |
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Ondverdanes is the name of the cliff on
the outer most western tip of the peninsula Snæfellsnes, Iceland, and
this is where I met with Jon on a blowy but sunny day in May 2008. I was
there joyfully enjoying the birds and wildlife there in a civilized and
political correct manner. He, as it occurred to me, was busy hunting,
hunting for food, and occupied, like so many of his Icelandic
predecessors, collecting eggs from wild fowl. |
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Walking on the rocky cliffs edge, with the waves of the Atlantic Ocean more than 150 feet under him, he moved ahead at an amazing pace, as if he was walking a solid pavement in the outskirt of Reykjavik, and not balancing close to a deadly fall. The fatal consequence of one wrong step or one misjudged move. |
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I watched him do his thing, lean out, no
holding, take a look, move another few steps, take another look down,
clap his hands to make the birds on the ledges under him move, and
possibly reveal their eggs, and several times I saw him lean out and
lower his 30 feet pole, and pick up, eventually grab and hoist his catch
and carefully land it in a bucket behind him. I watched Jon do 1000 feet
of the coastline of Ondverdanes Birdscliff. |
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He picks up all eggs within his reach,
and if wind conditions had been a little better, he had ropes ready in
the chunk of his car, solid stuff whereby he can reach further down the
cliffs steep sides. |
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I’m sure God created nature to support
man, my problem is I don’t think he had in mind it should provide him
with a modern life income too. |