When Icelanders brag about their spectacular wildlife, you’re likely to hear the story of the bird watcher. He spent decades traveling the world to watch birds. Well into his golden years he finally came to Iceland and went straigth to Lake Mývatn. Having stood at the water’s edge and taken in all the birdlife, the ducks and other waterfowl singing on the lake, a tear ran down his cheek and he proclaimed that to be a bird in this glorious setting would be a delight one could only dream of.