Aren’t the young ones supposed to be the irresponsible ones?
I carefully watched a young Rocky Mountain Sheep nibbling on grass at the edge of a cliff. I’ve noticed that young ones often have extra energy to explore higher up rocky cliffs and I hoped it would happen on my watch.
Suddenly the young one effortlessly darted up the cliff, casually throwing off the usually reliable pull of gravity.
Exceptional parenting must have yielded this remarkable result. While the young one was working its way down, I looked with newfound admiration at the herd. My admiration quickly melted as I noticed the parents and older relatives were busy blocking traffic and generally making a nuisance of themselves.
Maybe some good traits aren’t hereditary.