Last week featured my least favorite day of the year: The day I have to sell sheep. I’ve been a shepherd for over a decade, and I’ve learned a lot, but one thing that hasn’t gotten any easier is deciding who stays and who goes. I wish they could all stay, even the ones who are kind of jerks. But the limits of pasture and barn size mean choices must be made, and every year those choices ma...
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