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Baby Animals
Tiny, fluffy paws gently but earnestly cling to you as if to say, “You are my world. Don’t let me fall.”
Sopping wet fur covers a belly that faces the sky, gliding along a glassy lake. A furry little face gazes at the heavens as, beneath it, its mother’s paws crack a shell that houses their lunch.
Miniature pink, four-toed feet scurry about under a brand new body finding its way for the first time.
Surrounded by succulent stalks of bamboo, the incredibly endearing black and white ball of fur donning Mother Nature’s mask learns how to eat, how to enjoy, how to survive.
Fresh fuzzy ears, destined to be long ears, one that sticks up and one that flops over. Already, they are tuning in to their new world and are anxious to hear more, to find out where the sounds will lead them. Smooth, slippery new skin gliding through the water, covering a body that wriggles with delight at the discovery of its own speed, jumping through waves and splashing with glee.
From kittens to otters, mice to pandas, bunnies to dolphins, for centuries people the world over have enjoyed an everlasting love affair with the small, the furry, the soft, the playful, the adorable — the Baby Animal.
They are something innocent, something precious, something irresistibly alluring. They are tiny, defenseless, learning to breathe in and breathe out. They are trying to crawl, walk, run, jump and swim. They are striving to make themselves heard, to find their way in the big world into which they have been cast. They genuinely appeal to our innate sense of nurturance, and through their trials and tribulations, they earn our respect, our admiration, our sympathy and our generosity. All this in addition to already having our hearts.
They are amazing, really. These baby animals that are keenly and innately aware that any help they receive may be the very thing that is keeping them alive. And so they are thankful. They are trusting. They show love before they receive it. As they reach the warm belly of their mother or feel a gentle hand around them, hear a soothing voice or feel a heartbeat through a warm chest, they willingly place their fate there, right there, in that feeling of safety. Within this realm of peace they will try to stay. They will give themselves over to it, without hesitation, without reservation, until they are turned away.
The loyalty and devotion, to each other and to fellow species, for which animals are known are traits fully realized by the youngest of the animal kingdom. Whether it’s within a school of whales, a colony of beavers, a flock of camels or a band of gorillas, baby animals begin to recognize each member of their group, learn to depend on each other. They learn to love and they learn to trust. Just ask that startled baby kangaroo hopping for dear life into its mother’s pouch, or the misplaced baby seal patiently and faithfully waiting for its mother to distinguish it by scent alone.
Nary a pet owner will deny being able to communicate with their animals through facial and bodily expressions. And hard-pressed one would be to find a baby animal that is not the epitome of these traits. Big, wondering eyes; ears that dance to and fro like eager antennae; a wagging tail that can practically achieve lift-off, making its neighboring body wiggle with happiness. They speak to us and their message is contagious. This happiness is ours to grasp. This contentedness, ours to share. Joy can be found here.
Of the baby animal traits we love: unabashed playfulness. Baby humans are fortunate enough to share their enviable whimsy, that which grows to elude most adults of all species. As we age and explore, we come across hazards, we come across pain, we are christened with anger, we discover regret. And so we learn to fear. We learn to think twice. We learn to mistrust. We become disassociated with the freedom we felt before we learned to doubt.
And then, we are saved. Easily, innocently, instantaneously, we are saved from the pessimisms of adulthood, even if only for a moment. We snuggle up to a puppy, we feed milk to a kid goat, we hear a piglet oink, we see kittens wrestle, we witness a five-minute-old foal learn to walk. In these moments, we shed the self-consciousness that we have grown up to possess. We feel as one with these spirits that are free.
About the Author
Louise Gilbert is passionate about saving endangered species, wildlife, nature and the environement. You can view her site at