Her life begins with a six foot drop, the jolt of hitting the ground shocking her heart into a healthy rhythm. Her mother bends down her long, long neck to sniff at this miniature version of herself, slick from the womb, skinny and yellow, all her joints folded into a heap of legs. Slowly, the baby giraffe sticks out first one leg, then another. She wobbles up from the dirt, questing for her first meal and finding it against her mother’s belly. Soon, when she is strong enough to walk, the new family will join the rest of the herd.