No worries. He was found in a bin at one of the local wineries this morning. He was doing the chching call they usually do for their mommas, to no avail. The winery foreman kept an eye on the little bugger hoping mom would come back, but never happened. The wife called me in a tizzy because he was weak and they had no idea what to do. He's a cute little fuzzbucket, I'll try and get some pics up at next feeding time.

Cheers,
Kat