The Case, page 3

Good morning, almighty human

The adventure of this day, is the adventure of our lives. Brilliant people, from far off places looked at this land with joy. A destiny awaits. A life of more than survival, more than hard work, more than toil and struggle. A life of promise, of achieving potential, of security, of freedom! A colony awaits the brave.
Venture forth, almighty ones. You have chosen the path to a destiny in a land of harsh climate and short growing season. Strength to you, brave ones, for your duty calls and you aspire. Come! Calls the great land and your ears hear the call and your mind sours with imagination and knowledge. Come to this great land and call this colony your home.
And so they came. Brave pioneers, farmers, homesteaders, settlers, bringing with them all of their skills, their training, their knowledge, their strength, their aptitude and their passion. A goal in mind. To settle the vast land and to make it their home.
Praises! Praises for the adventure of your lives and praises still for the enduring negotiation of the nation.
The livestock they brought with them were the wonderful animals whose tough genetics would survive in a land of harsh winters. Heritage breeds of livestock with superior capability of survival in this land.
Strong, independent people, with courage and foresight. Build a nation, was the rallying call. To nationhood they came.
The wild was cleared and the livestock set out to pasture. Excitement and apprehension fills the air. All of the hard work and endless planning must have the expected results. No losses, no agony, no harsh reality. Only the endless call to build, to dream, to prosperity. Only the endless call to colonize, to pursue the dream, to be daring and to venture. We cannot fail.
The livestock are a superior breed. Tough and adaptive, like their human masters. A strong and hearty creature with superior characteristics and genetics. In the sheep, superior wool and meat.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UfKwQs6DBQ0 = Shropshire sheep

The family farm was fairly small, only enough land that could be cleared and maintained. Enough land to sustain them and then to push them further into prosperity. Well kept land with fertile soil and manageable crops. A lifetime of dreams to pursue. A lifeline to freedom and security. Pastures were cleared and fences erected to keep the great wild at bay.
The livestock adapted, became contented and reproduced healthy offspring. Now prosperity is possible. That being over 170 years ago and still the same strain of animals. The same genetic blood, the heritage breed of yesteryear, still producing their healthy offspring today. These belong to us. They belong to our genetic strains registered here. A breed of rare, heritage sheep. Rare for this country, deserving our attention and protection.
Over a 170 years of careful breeding, four generations of careful family farming. Lifetimes of toil, careful selection. Knowledge, skill, training, education, planning, perseverance, travel, selection, work and work and work. The toil is endless, but the results impressive. Raise the bar! Set the standard high. Achieve the ultimate goal! The lavish praises earned for endless hours of work and perseverance. To you almighty man, for steadfast dedication to your craft. A National Historic site in your name.
Then, a mishap. Eh?
written by Dr. Louise Hayes
November 24, 2013

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