I know few people in modern world who love animals and who enjoy living outside big cities. But in our little village two days ago a little goatling was born. He is so tiny, because he was born much earlier. So he can’t eat alone. Every morning and evening we stop doing our usual stuff, take a little break and feed him. And this is the best thing ever. I enjoy it, I feel how my soul is happy. All animals see it and I catch their sight of gratitude. Ya, I know, some people will say “natural selection” but it’s not about little native place, where animals and nature- all your soul. Russia.