I got a kid who loves animals. Which is great, because we live on a farm. She started following me around on my morning feeding chores shortly after she figured out how to walk, and despite her mom's worrying about her getting knocked down and hurt, the animals all seem to understand that they need to he gentle around her. Her old man they'll stomp, kick, butt, bite, and pee on, but not her. They adore her.
A couple of years back, when the snow was up to my waist, we started putting out corn for the wild turkeys and deer, because there was no way they could find food unless we helped them out. Of course, after the snow was gone, the beggars got used to the hand-outs, and kept coming around and waiting patiently by the back fence at the edge of the woods at the same time every morning. And there was no way my kid was going to let them go hungry. So we worked an extra sack of corn into the feed budget for our "tall, skinny, brown sheep."