When I was 12 yrs. old, my Mom received a call from the SPCA hotline about a starving horse. It was just after Christmas and below freezing outside. She called her friend who had horses and asked if she could have some hay to take to the starving horse. Of course, she asked me if I would come along to help her. We loaded up the back of my Dad's truck with hay and took it out to where the horse was outside of town. As we were getting back into the truck, I heard a bleating sound from afar. I told Mom to wait a minute and listen to see if she could hear it too. Sure enough, the little sound came again. We took off across the snow covered field towards the sound. We looked into a lean-to shed to see that a goat had just given birth and she had rejected her baby because she too was starving. I picked up the baby goat and wrapped him in my brand new winter coat I had gotten for Christmas. We gave the Mama goat some hay and water and headed for home. We named him Scooter. He stayed outside in the dog house underneath our back porch. When we ate dinner, he would run and scoot clear across the cement porch and jump onto the picture window ledge and bleat. Baaaa. He had a reddish coat and we fed him with a bottle until he was weaned. A friend that lived out in the country took him in to be part of her goat family. That is just one of my favorite animal rescue stories I shared with my Mom. I love ya Mama.