On the farm, all is well. As my colleague Carolyn, who raises grass-fed beef, says, "our animals live hundreds of happy days, and have one bad day." Two of the remaining 3 ram lambs, as well as the broiler chickens, are about to have that one bad day. I find myself saying goodbye to the boys. It is a strange combination of loving and detaching, loving and detaching, a little at a time each day.
I must be doing something right, 'cause all of my lamb and chicken is already spoken for. Hey, maybe next year we'll even break even! Sometimes I do wonder why I am doing all this when I can simply buy a half lamb for my freezer from another farmer. Then I walk down to the barn, smell their clean, musky odor, sit with them as they crowd around me and bring me back to my heart. And I remember why.