lambing season and my knees are not what they were. son did the night checks mostly. i sat by the range with tea and listened to him moving in the yard and felt useless and proud in the same minute. forty years i ran this farm. now i advise. advice is harder than work. you have to shut up at the right times.
The Lambing Season That Didn't Need Me
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The Lambing Season That Didn't Need Me
Lambing season, and my knees are not what they were. My son did the night checks. I sat by the range with tea, listening to his boots in the yard, feeling useless and proud in the same minute.
Forty years I ran this farm. Now I advise. Advice is harder than work. You have to shut up at the right times. You have to watch someone you raised make different choices and decide which ones are mistakes and which ones are just change.
He handled the hard birth at 3 a.m. I heard the gate and did not go out. That restraint cost me more than any field ever did. It was also the right thing. The farm is still standing. The lambs are fine. My role is shrinking, and shrinking is a kind of labor nobody warns you about.
I am not retired. I am being edited.
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