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In the 1940´s a quaint incident took place at the farm Brúarland in Skagafjörður. One of the mares at the farm, by the name Stjarna, lost her foal and was given a newly born heifer calf to take care of. Stjarna accepted the calf and fostered it like it was her own until they were separated in the autumn. The following spring, when the cattle were released from their shed, the heifer looked up her surrogate mother and spent the whole summer in her close presence. In the autumn the mare and her once foster child were separated again; the heifer was housed in the cowshed but Stjarna and the other horses were kept outside. One day in late winter some of the horses wandered off to the slopes of a nearby mountain and were surprised by a devastating avalanche. The horses managed to get away, all except Stjarna, that got killed instantly. In the following spring her foster child had become a mother herself and was spending the summer with her calf and the other cows. In the middle of the summer the cow herd moved to a pasture close to the mountain slopes and soon after the folk of Brúarland start noticing a roaring sound coming from the mountain. By inspection they found the young cow high in the mountain slopes, standing next to the remains of Stjarna, mooing her longs out. She refused to leave the spot and could not be moved until lead away on a halter, somewhat forcefully. The following morning, when the cows were let out of their shed, the young cow ran up the mountain again, all the way to the place she had discovered the remains of the mare that once had fostered her – but by then the cadaver had been removed and disposed. She did moo loudly for a while but finally strolled away to the other cows. (Story and pictures from Kristján Runólfsson at Brúarland).

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