This week we found a very tiny, very young hedgehog in our yard. It's eyes are still closed and it has no teeth. I'm guessing it's less than a week old. The boys begged to keep it, and since we couldn't find its mother, Dan and I agreed. We've spent quite a bit of time researching how to care for it. At this stage it needs milk, but it's lactose intolerant so the best choice is sheep or goat milk or maybe soy milk. The closest thing we could find was soy powder which we have been mixing with water. We also learned that you have to rub its tummy after every feeding (which we do with a small syringe) to stimulate its digestive system. It doesn't work on its own yet and the greatest danger at this stage is what's called "bloat". It's insides literally blow up. We're doing our best, but I honestly don't hold out much hope for the little guy. He's so small. Too bad though. We've all grown quite attached to him in just a few days, and him to us. He nuzzles into our hands and cries when we put him down. Really hope he makes it. Oh...and his name...Presley:)