The manufacturing facility where I toil in middle management sits on 27 acres of what used to be farmland.
We keep the grass around the building mowed, but that leaves about 25 acres untended except for the occasional brush-hogging to keep down the mouse, snake and coyote habitat. (Not that I have anything against wildlife habitat, but two of the three aforementioned species have a habit of coming inside the building, which causes some people to scream and jump on top of furniture and that's just not a safe working environment.)
This year, however, I got a phone call from Farmer K who was looking for a place to graze his small flock of Katahdin sheep. After getting the blessings of the city code enforcement officer and our corporate attorney (he just never knows what I'll be calling about next), and after my boss recovered from her fit of the vapors, we said sure.
So now we have these guys out back.
The pen is portable, so Farmer K comes every couple of days to move them to fresh grass.
After a couple of years of this the pasture will be restored, and then Farmer K can hay it if he chooses.
The land is being put to good use, my business is not paying to have it mowed, sheep spew less carbon than internal combustion engines, a local grower is getting his flock fattened for free, and it's doing wonders for employee morale.
I love it when a plan comes together.
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