One of my frustrations with humans is that we hate to be called animals, or a lot of us do. I love asking the people who don’t like this label if they breath, drink water, and eat to survive? Most often they do. We are animals, the verdict is in. And like animals, we cherish family, friends and life. We see these same bonds play out in nature all the time. A connection that is more than just coincidental interaction. When I see a family of elephants playing, a mother lion protecting her cubs, an orca crying out for a stolen baby, or a kangaroo carrying her joey, I am truly proud to be one of them. Proud to be an animal.