We lost two newborn lambs that night. The earliest lambs born on our farm that spring were suddenly dead—the first time we’d ever lost sheep. The veterinarian said we’d just been lucky so far. Three lambing seasons without a bad experience? We were overdue for heartache.
After a week’s vacation I arrive home to discover a neon orange sign with block letters nailed to an old oak just outside the village: “Mud – Pass At Your Own Risk.”
It is a region so beautiful and important that it brought together nearly 30 private conservation organizations and public agencies in two states to protect it.
