One of my four woodpile babies may have a broken leg. I'm getting him to the vets in the A.M, and am hoping it's nothing more than a sprain. The babies have been fighting a pretty nasty URI to top it off, but are starting to respond to the meds. Mama luckily hasn't come down with it. This little boy is so sweet, and they would have all been adopted by now if they didn't get this darn cold. I named the boys Ralph, Waldo, and Emerson...the girl is still unnamed. I don't know what I'm going to do if it's broken. This picture was taken the evening I rescued them all. He looks much better than in this picture, but is still a bit sniffly.