From woolly sheep and bucolic farm life to criminal charges and gag orders.
I look around some days and wonder how I got here from there.
BY MONTANA JONES
After a court date in March, I commented to my son on how the average murder trial would rarely amount to ten thousand pages of disclosure, yet the government’s sheepnapping case will be well over that number.
“This IS a murder trial,” he said. “A mass murder.”
He’s referring to the Canadian Food Inspection Agency (CFIA) killing my rare, very healthy heritage Shropshire sheep. They’ve murdered over a hundred Shrops in the last couple of years. Little lambs, rams, pregnant ewes, and their unborn. All were beautiful, and all were meant to live out their beautiful lives. Continue reading