More animals are coming to the farm. Pigs—fun, sociable, simple, quite like us humans (apart from the fact that off milk is their favorite food); horses—powerful, loyal, useful, not at all like us humans (apart from the fact that they are latently bonkers). But I still have a special feel for the sheep. There’s something still, unpretentious, and stoical about them that speaks to me. I do a round of the field. Really I ought to be checking the tension in the electric cable, but I stand still in the flock and forget all about it. I slouch home in the dark, reluctantly, as though deep down I want to stay out there.