Helen Whybrow is a freelance writer and editor. She also raises purebred Icelandic sheep and organic berries with her family at Knoll Farm in the Mad River Valley.
Written by Helen Whybrow | March 01, 2011
It’s 5:20 a.m. and a pale glimmer of dawn shows in the sky above the Northfield Range. I can just make out the ghosts of the sheep’s breath in the open doorway of the shed, and their dark forms nestled in the deep straw. They hear me coming and rise, grunting, their girths almost impossibly huge this late in March. Two of my 23 pregnant ewes gave birth the day before and the new lambs—two sets of twins—are cuddled close to the warmth of their mother’s bodies.