09/01/2026
Wendell Berry (1934–2026) died yesterday at 92.
He wrote that he did not want to eat an animal that had been made miserable to feed him. He wanted one that had lived a pleasant, uncrowded life outdoors, on bountiful pasture, with good water nearby and trees for shade. He called that husbandry: using animals with care, knowing them as fellow creatures, not as machines.
The animal factory, he said, is a vision of hell. Farming well requires an elaborate courtesy toward all living things.
That is the work.
Pasture. Shade. Time.
Moving the birds across ground that can still give something back.
We are grateful he named it so clearly. We will keep it.
Rest in peace.