My Little Neighbour-turned-Houseguest

My big dumb (well, incredibly intelligent) Tasha captured this little one (he's about eleven days old, as I've found) without injury last night. My brother and I have since rescued and nursed it. I've been doting over little babe a little too much; there's not that much of a chance that he'll survive, but I'm hoping. I've gotten him to eat (as in, he sucks on bread soaked in milk, egg yolk, and corn syrup) and he's currently napping. Have not named him for fear of his death.

Also, I apologize for the quality. My little Canon is not capable of macros and the Nikon is in the shop. Additionally, I wanted to take this shot with him in my bare hand, but mum keeps fussing about diseases and such and makes me wear gardening gloves. Not that they're much protection as it is, but nevertheless... there you have it!