I was looking at a day old little goat – unfortunately the farmers separate them from their mothers as their seems to be some kind of diuretic disease which can pass through the milk which can kill them – alone in a box… but as soon as she senses a human coming, she gets up and bleats – who are you little goat? – what makes you connect?? – who are you! – what makes you wish to connect?! – we are after all quite similar to kids (what baby goats are called) You see, we are born with a very similar desire – we desire to feel loved