There are sheep in New Zealand who live better lifestyles than some of the world's wealthiest... they roam around hills that jet directly out of the blue new zealand sea. If they get bored or want a change of scenery, they are free to wander down to the white sand beaches and listen to the waves calmly crash. Occasionally a team of well trained dogs come along and direct them to a greener pasture for them to feed upon for the next few weeks. The luckiest of them will produce wool or offspring, the most unfortunate won't live past the age of two and will probably be some lucky persons delicious dinner. But in regards to animal welfare these timid creatures have it good.
John had the privilege to participate in a work study at a ranch right outside of Wellington. He wandered the hills on foot and tore across the country side on 3-wheelers, hand-fed cows, sheered and immunized thousands of sheep and played with dogs. One sunny afternoon I had the fortunate opportunity to tag along. I couldn't stop asking myself "why am I not learning how to be a rancher???!!!"
"Thanks for the grass, I love you." "I love you too cow."
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