Notes From Owl Hill: The Return of a New Flock

A modern homestead brings sheep back to land that hasn’t seen a flock in perhaps a century, reconnecting New Hampshire with its wool heritage.

A hardy breed originating from the Shetland Islands of Scotland, Shetland sheep are well adapted to cold, wet, and windy climates. They produce fine, soft wool in a variety of natural colors and patterns. Briana Cashman

If you walk along paths cut through the thick woods of pine, beech, and maple in my corner of New Hampshire, you’ll see walls of stacked stones rise out of the ground like granite serpents surfacing from a sea of ferns and leaves. These walls tell of a time when the landscape looked different. During the 18th and 19th centuries, 80 percent of the Monadnock Region was clear-cut of old-growth trees. This was not mindless timber harvesting but a scheme of managed survival. People needed logs for building homes and common houses, fuel for cooking and heating, and wood to create furniture, tools, barrels, and boxes. Most importantly, though, they needed to make room for livestock.

This period of New England history has been referred to as the “Sheep Boom.” Lasting for roughly 50 years from 1790 to 1840, farmers flocked to southwestern New Hampshire to raise the Merino sheep whose wool was needed to feed the great textile mills of Manchester and Nashua, as well as those of Lowell, Worcester, and Whitinsville in Massachusetts. After they harvested the trees, the farmers needed to figure out a way to keep millions of sheep enclosed in the new fields. As many of the landowners were of English, Irish, Scottish, and Welsh stock, they used a familiar material that New Hampshire offered in abundance: stones. Thus, the towns surrounding Mount Monadnock became peppered with a seemingly endless maze of stone walls delineating fields for grazing sheep.

But time and industry would alter the landscape once again. By the 1850s, New Hampshire’s small, hilly pastures simply couldn’t compete with the wide expanses being discovered in the West. Over the next century, southwestern New Hampshire’s farms were virtually abandoned. The forest was once again allowed to consume the hills. People left for better jobs in cities or began to value the land more for its scenery. Little remains of the wool industry that brought so many to what is today considered the quietest corner of the Granite State.

Obsessed With Fiber

I’ve mentioned in previous articles how a few of the original stone walls remain on our homestead. They enclose our side yard and run about halfway up the hill before vanishing into the overgrowth. This tells me that, at one time, the hill housed livestock of some kind. Although there is no evidence to suggest that sheep were present on our property, the agricultural heritage of our region is so intricately woven into 19th-century New England’s wool industry that I think that it’s highly likely that sheep once grazed between our stone walls.

Still, our decision to bring sheep onto our homestead had less to do with honoring regional history and more to do with fulfilling a dream of my wife’s. Briana took up knitting in college, long before we knew each other. As her skills evolved from hats and cowls to socks and sweaters, she wanted to learn more about the natural fiber she was working with between her needles. I’ll share more of her story another time, but let’s just say that, as a self-proclaimed “fiber freak,” she became obsessed. It’s important to understand that Briana’s passion for wool is what fueled her dream of one day owning fiber animals. And this past January, we welcomed a new flock of Shetland sheep onto our homestead.

From Shetland to New Hampshire

Shetland sheep hail from the Shetland Islands, a windswept, rocky archipelago off the northern coast of Scotland. Owing to the remoteness of the islands, these sheep have remained remarkably genetically pure. They have heritage status in the UK and were introduced to North America in the 1940s. Compact in size, exceptionally tolerant of wind, snow, and rain, and with gentle temperaments, Shetlands were a perfect choice for our small hillside.

Oh, and their wool is phenomenal.

It is going to take many installments to describe the ins and outs of life with these sheep. Our goal in returning this new flock to a landscape that was (potentially) once a home to their distant Merino cousins is not only to get wool, but also to engage in and promote a way of life that, save for a few small pockets, has all but vanished from New England.

There is a lot of work yet to do.

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Meet Our Sheep

(L–R) Balmoral, Butterfly, Peach, and Thistle. Briana Cashman

We’re thrilled to introduce you to our fledgling flock of Shetland sheep!

Balmoral: A ewe born in 2025 in Vermont, Balmoral was, until recently, the youngest member of our flock. She is wonderfully affectionate and will snuggle whoever is in the pen.

Butterfly: Born in 2023 in New York state, Butterfly arrived at our farm pregnant with lambs. She’s Balmoral’s mother and is a little more laid-back than her vivacious daughter, except when she’s hungry. Then she has no mercy.

Peach: Our third ewe, Peach, was born in Vermont in 2023 and also arrived on our homestead pregnant with lambs. She loves to stare you down while chewing her cud. It’s a staring contest you definitely won’t win.

Thistle: A New Hampshire-born Southdown ewe that we purchased for our eldest daughter as a birthday present, Thistle is our bonus sheep. She’s much larger than the Shetlands but no less affectionate, and she never fails to inform us when the flock is hungry.

Notes from Owl Hill is a homesteading column written by longtime Epoch Times lifestyle and features writer Ryan Cashman. Follow along as he and his family tap maple trees, plant gardens, tends to a growing flock of sheep, fix up their historic farmhouse, and ruminate on the challenges and rewards of homesteading on a small, rocky hillside in rural New Hampshire.