Last month I had the privilege of visiting a small private island off the east coast of Iceland, where eider down is harvested. This island happened to be one of the remaining locations on the list of weather stations I've been documenting with my boyfriend since 2011, (read about that here if your curious: http://rebekkagudleifs.com/blog/2014/06/26/finally-the-weather-experience-project-is-almost-done/ ) , and we convinced the guy who harvests the down to let us tag along for his last trip of the season. As thanks for the ride, we helped him collect down after we were done taking the pictures we needed. This is a very humane procedure, it's simply collected from nests that are mostly empty, and if there are eggs or ducklings, the down is replaced with hay so that they're not left cold, and the mother quickly returns and adds new down. After a while I came across this nest and sat transfixed for an hour following the painstaking progress of a duckling struggling to free itself from its egg, until I heard the others yelling for me that they were leaving. I would have wanted to continue to film until it was entirely free of the shell, but it simply wasn't an option. Still one of the most amazing things I've seen in person.