The Truth About
Sojourner Sheep
Sojourner
Sheep? Is that a Breed of Sheep?
I've
been asked that question... twice.
If you
know anything
about Florence, the village within the city of Northampton,
Massachusetts, you know that Sojourner Truth lived here for a few
years. She was born in 1797 into slavery, escaped to freedom,
and
dedicated
her life to the abolition of slavery and and to promoting women's
rights. In 2002, Thomas Jay Warren was commissioned to create
a
sculpture honoring Truth in a small park in the village of Florence.
I didn't
have
Sojourner Truth in mind when I chose a name for my flock.
However, a couple of years after my sheep arrived, I became
aware
of the fact that Truth's life and future was, if just for a moment,
linked to that of a few sheep. As a young girl
she
was torn from her family and sold at auction. In an effort to
step up
the low bidding, a group of sheep was added to the deal.
You can view a
painting of this event here.
I named
my flock Sojourner Sheep in honor of the 1953 book, The Sojourner, by
Marjorie Kinnan Rawlings (an author better-known for The Yearling).
This novel follows the life of Ase Linden, a New England
farmer
who stood by his values and became a steward of the land despite
pressure from his family to sell the farm to developers. This
book is my favorite novel. I see some of
Ase's qualities in John Vollinger, the former dairy farmer on whose
land my sheep "sojourn."
As I go
about my
shepherding chores, I witness natural cycles: the birth of
lambs,
their days of grazing, their leavetaking, and the long winter of
waiting for grass again. The wild turkeys, wary of me when
their
chicks are small, oblivious as the summer wears on, utterly invisible
during hunting season, then cycling up and down the hill in the snow
and in and out of the white pines as the day performs its own cycle.
All of the earth's creatures, and all that they eat, are sojourners.
And
I know now, so well, the Truth about Sojourner Sheep. Upon
the
dedication her novel, Rawlings offered a biblical quote: "For
we are
strangers before thee, and sojourners, as were all our fathers; our
days on earth are as a shadow, and there is none abiding."