With a heavy heart, I return.
Early yesterday I took the broken babies out to handle and inspect them. The smallest baby, who I was calling Little Charlie, had escaped the cage and gone walk about. Took me a little while to find him, but when I did, I flipped his mumma to give him a quick meal. He seemed a little chilled, but well enough, relatively active. When I woke up this morning to get ready to go to a craft show, Little Charlie was laying on his side, on the bottom of the cage, thoroughly chilled and having trouble moving. I warmed him with my hands, and bundled him back into the cage under his siblings, and left. When I returned from the craft show, he had been shoved to the outside of the nest, and was cold and stiff.
Poor Little Charlie. A day shy of 2 weeks old, and the first loss here that wasn't a newborn(lost 2 on Lily's first litter).
The only photo I have of him
Early yesterday I took the broken babies out to handle and inspect them. The smallest baby, who I was calling Little Charlie, had escaped the cage and gone walk about. Took me a little while to find him, but when I did, I flipped his mumma to give him a quick meal. He seemed a little chilled, but well enough, relatively active. When I woke up this morning to get ready to go to a craft show, Little Charlie was laying on his side, on the bottom of the cage, thoroughly chilled and having trouble moving. I warmed him with my hands, and bundled him back into the cage under his siblings, and left. When I returned from the craft show, he had been shoved to the outside of the nest, and was cold and stiff.
Poor Little Charlie. A day shy of 2 weeks old, and the first loss here that wasn't a newborn(lost 2 on Lily's first litter).
The only photo I have of him