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knows his own bedroom. He surely spends more waking hours in them. He
It's Country for Me
It was 11:15 at night when Joel, reading in bed, heard his mother
call up, "Joel, come and feed Lamby, will you?" She usually fed the
orphaned lamb, but tonight she had come home late from a meeting and
did not want to go to the barn wearing good clothes.
The family dog, Jessica, jumped up from the doorstep as Joel came
outside, a pair of overalls pulled over his pyjamas, the laces of his boots
dangling loose. "Hey, Jess," he greeted her, ruffling the dog's thick fur with
one hand as they loped together to the barn. In his other hand he carried
Lamby's meal - milk replacement in a soda-pop bottle capped by a black
nipple
The March air was cold and the yard light caught the mist of Joel
and Jessica's breaths. A dim crescent moon hung low over the east
hayfield. Otherwise, the night was black.
"Here, Lamby," called Joel, opening the door to the barn where the
sheep are kept in the winter. The lamb sprang up from her warm straw
bedding and sucked down the bottle in thirty seconds. Her mother had
died giving birth to her a week before. This may have been Joel's thirty-
three-thousandth trip to the barn, since he goes in and out of barns at
least ten times a day. Joel knows these farm buildings better than he
knows how to care for the animals
they shelter as well as he knows how
to care for himself. Farming is Joel's
world.​

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