day at the hatchery

Last week I got an unexpected call from Ben's uncle inviting the four of us to visit his salmon farm. He thought it would be interesting for us to see the yearly hatching, and he was right. Inside the factory millions of fish live in deceptively small containers until they are large enough to be put into the ocean. We also got to see some of the northernmost part of the Faroes. The scenery never disappoints.

A room of 15" x 15" boxes contained 2 million salmon eggs. Attached to each of the little pink sacks was a tiny fish that will live off of the egg for another month. Hannah in her last days with us. We took her to the Faroese airport early yesterday, and I have been moping ever since. There is no end in sight. Grímur, Ben's uncle, was a fisherman, ship's engineer and captain for the first half of his career. He has now been operating the farm for over 20 years. The view outside of the hatchery's office. The church in Viðareiði, hometown of one of our friends who attends John Brown University.

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