It’s a celebrated evening in April when the sheep shearer arrives. On countless New Hampshire sheep farms, spring shearing has signaled a definitive end of winter for centuries. After months of winter confinement to house and barn, both farmer and sheep are liberated.
I’m proprietary about some tracts of land I don’t even own: the White Mountain National Forest, Kearsarge, Sunapee, Monadnock. What is worse, I lay claim to private property belonging to absentee landlords whose sprawling tracts surround my farm.