When we rolled into Tennessee a few months ago, we brought with us five adult sheep. They were the first grazing animals to set foot on this mountain land, and we hoped they would also be the first to help us begin shaping the woods into silvopasture.
So much of this journey has been faith. We do our best, we learn a little, we adjust, then we trust that the land and the animals will teach us the rest.
Today, that reminder arrived in a brand new and unexpected form.
This morning, our first lamb was born on the mountain. No barn, no stall, no alerts. Just a ewe, her newborn, and the cold air rolling through the ridgeline. It was simple and beautiful, and it felt like the land quietly welcomed us.
We have a long road ahead. Pastures are still just ideas framed in temporary electric netting, and there is much to learn about stewarding this steep terrain. But seeing new life arrive here has made this place feel more like home.
Here is to the ewe, the tiny lamb, and the first birth on Tennessee soil. It feels like our journey here has truly begun.
— The Langley Family
