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I am standing in an open, straw-padded barn—located in the A Big Deal Brewing Ugly Christmas shirt in contrast I will get this fairgrounds of a Hudson Valley town—watching a nun in a black habit and baseball cap walk an Icelandic sheep on a leash. Around me, stalls are packed with rapt ticket-holders (hobby farmers, raw wool fanatics, local families), who’ve each paid $15 to witness a litany of sheep-and-wool-related displays, and who greet the pair with polite applause. An announcer reads the stocky animal’s credentials aloud, as she’s done with every breed featured in the Sheep Breed Parade. Thus far I have learned that shetlands are “intelligent, very good at recognizing human faces”; the longhaired Teeswater possesses a “spectacular luster”; and the Leicester Longwool was imported by two former U.S. presidents with hopes of improving their personal flocks. (Distressingly, information on a breed’s “sweet personality” is often followed by a comment on the tenderness of its meat.) The Icelandic sheep, I hear, was imported to Canada in the 1980s; is triply valuable to humans for its milk, meat, and fiber; and becomes aggressive when foraging. As the nun leads her horned companion across the yellowed floor—“You’re giving us all a lesson in how to walk properly, aren’t you?” says the announcer, admiringly—I realize this is the first time I’ve considered a shepherd-nun might exist, even though sheep are the most biblical of animals, a metaphor for God’s obedient flock. Later that day, there will be more nuns with farm animals. I will linger by a stall of Cashmere goats belonging to the Greenwich-based convent St Mary’s on the Hill, and watch a nun eat what looks like—I swear—a shepherd’s pie, surrounded by soft, downy creatures.