Well, I never know when I'm stepping on toes by pointing it out. I don't think there ever was a picture I gave my parents where my dad din't see some king of animal face somewhere in it. But when one spends numerous moments daily looking for cows trying to sneak through some breach in the barbed wire fences trying to get into the gardens, not to mention all the deer and possums and so forth, I guess it comes instinctively.