As one of the actors sang in a movie about a babysitter: "Changes in nature occur from year to year!". He's sung about bad weather but, now we all talk global warming. It's a new trend. Otherwise, how else could we explain the July heat that settled in mid-September 2020, in the Altai Mountains, and the temperature at noon sometimes reached the thirty-degree mark? And that was in the conditions of the middle mountains, where the altimeter showed heights from one and a half to two and a half thousand meters. That was the reason why the deer, which has already gathered a harem of females, did not show its nose from the foliage. It stood in the shade, scratching its trophy horns and looking at the females with an erotic haze in deer eyes, but refused to bring out love roulades. It happened all eight days of my mountain safari. Therefore I had to concentrate on the Altai ibex hunting, which did not run along the roads. All ibexes climbed on the rocks, on which there was practically no snow left. It was then that the real mining work began with daily horizontal exceedances from six hundred to a thousand meters, liters of sweat and a pound of salt. By the evening of the fourth day, I was able to get close to this powerful old male at a distance of three hundred and seventy meters and made a shot. Telling the truth, I fired three times and got it only with the third shot finally. The goat was eleven years old according to the annual growths of horns and its body looked like a dwarf hippopotamus. So, we had to work when laying it out for a short photo session because it was getting late, and none of us was inspiring the prospect of descending at night. Moreover, all of the above happened on the very eve of Rosh Hashanah, the next one, for 5781 years since the moment when the Eternal creation of the Universe and the Sublunary world with a man in addition. Then he finished, and sat down to rest under the Altai cedar, or maybe under a fir. Nobody knows! All rabbis forbid categorically to light candles later than eighteen minutes before sunset on holidays and Shabbat, but I ignored that instructions when we returned to the hut deep after the evening dawn and had lit the candles, pronounced traditional blessings over them. Then I poured red wine for himself and the guys who accompanied me, dipped an apple slice in honey and wished everyone gathered in koshar a good and sweet New Year.