It is the season of reverent slaughter. Of taking a animal off it’s lush green carpet of life and walking it through the steps until it is a collection of tidy packages in the deep freezer.
We’ve been writing to you this month about what we raise here- hogget- about how we raise it- rotational grazing- and now it’s time for the why...(if you’ve missed any of these posts, just take a gander back at our last few)
Becoming shepherds was, for both of us, like an ancient homecoming- the mending of a thread that once unified, connected us to the people/food/soil/animals/soul of the past. The restoration of an umbilical cord of sorts. To live in relationship with our sheep is our purpose now. I don’t mean ‘purpose’ in a goals!driven!blessed!purposeful!dailyplanner! modern sense of the word. I mean it in the deepest, archetypal, most raw and ancient sense of the word.
Our mountain acres are not for tidy rows of grain, not for machines, not for dark green broccolis nor plump tomatoes. They are steep, wild, thorn covered, snake hosting acres and they are covered in the most beautiful bounty of green food...and we can’t eat any of it. But these sheep, they can and they do and they love it and they grow fat on it and they don’t care about thorns and snakes. They are the special key that unlocks this land for us. The key that gives us full access, full enjoyment and full nourishment. They graze and this land becomes more beautiful, more available and more delicious to us and everyone that comes here. We are tied to them, and they to us. We do it because they, with their woolen keys, have unlocked a deeper part of us- and now that we have tasted it, we will never leave them.
Eat well, good people! Eat well!