"She too loves walking the pasture searching for placentas. This is clearly the test to use when weeding out potential pasture goddeses. Hand then a long stick stained on one end with an old bag and ask them to pick up stringy placentas that may be very dry or alarmingly fresh.
I love these women, but I do worry about their sanity. However, they aren’t alone. Rancher Pachy Burns, who raises 800 sheep out west, has women flocking to her ranch to help with lambing every year. Some even pay to come… Perhaps we could advertise online: ‘Come run around the pasture until you’re winded beyond belief! Find yourself covered in pee, poop, and placenta! Only $99.95 per day!’
I know that lambing has enriched the lives of our pasture goddesses, increased their confidence and given them perspective they might not find living in the city. Continuing to farm just to provide people with this rich experience doesn’t make sense but it does make it harder to stop. It feels as if we’re part of a web, one of the slender but strong threads that help city dwellers retain a connection to a way of life that, for most people, disappeared decades ago.”"