I've had kittens in the house, and I've had puppies ... I've had goat kids and a calf; but this is the first time I've ever had a piglet!
The poor little guy is two weeks old. He must have been stepped on by his mom, because he was limping. His 12 siblings saw that he was struggling, and thought nothing of shoving him out of the way to take the best teat. So, this morning we found he had been shoved away from mom and away from the heat lamps, and was very, very cold.
Andrew brought him into the house, and we used a small syringe to give him some cow's milk. We placed him on a blanket on top of our wood stove to try to gradually warm him up. It was about mid afternoon that he started perking up, and is actually taking milk from a lamb's nipple on an old pancake syrup bottle (whatever works -- we didn't have a pop bottle).
He isn't out of the woods yet. Hopefully he will be more perky by morning.
Maybe we should name him Wilbur, and maybe some day he will have a tiny friend named Charlotte ...