The dirt road led to a small farmhouse with agriculture buildings situated on three sides of it.

“We’re surrounded by over a hundred acres of land here for nearly three hundred sheep,” Roane said as he jumped out and let Shadow out the back of the vehicle.

I hopped out and rounded the SUV, my eyes on the stone farmhouse. The sound of bleating sheep hit my ears, and although there was a faint hint of sea salt in the air, I mostly smelled grass, hay, and the slight sting of fertilizer. The odors weren’t strong, but I imagined on a windy day that breeze swept them from the fields to the farmhouse. “Three hundred sheep? That’s a lot, right?”

“Aye, more than some, less than others.” He took hold of my hand and led me toward the huge modern barn that sat adjacent to the farmhouse. Shadow trotted at our backs as we walked across a hard dirt road. “We rebuilt the barn five years ago.” We stopped at one of three green wooden barn doors that slid open on a wrought-iron rail. I peeked inside, the smell of hay, soil, musk, and something faintly chemical catching my nose. “We use this for lambing season, which you’ve thankfully missed.”

“Thankfully?” I pulled my head out of the large space. “Lambs are adorable.”

“This place”—he indicated the barn—“isn’t adorable during lambing season. Trust me.” With that, he led me around the back of the farmhouse, where an older but pretty substantial rectangular shed stood vertical to the house. There was a pen around the large shed, and the chickens walking around outside gave away its use. “Chicken shed,” Roane said anyway as we rounded the house to the other side.

The two largest buildings on this part of the land loomed over us, and I saw Bobby moving around inside one of them among a lot of sheep. Hence the bleating I’d heard as soon as we approached. The two buildings had no doors, just steel pens, and the corrugated iron walls curved up and over in a semicircle. The first building was messy with hay, and Bobby appeared to be mucking it out through a small door at the back. The second building, although filled with hay, was empty of sheep.

“They’re called hoop houses,” Roane explained. “We bring the sheep here during very hot weather, keep them from being out in the sun too long. They were built when we had less sheep, and they just fit, but we’ll need to build another to give them more room.”

The thought of those poor animals suffering in this heat made me frown. “What about the barn? Can’t they go in there?”

He shook his head. “We need that kind of climate for lambing, but we try to keep them out of enclosed spaces. It can cause respiratory problems.”