In 1994 we lived on the Scott River in California and found a baby deer in the road. She was newborn and still had her umbilical cord attached. We moved her off the road beneath bushes so her mother could find her and she would also be safe from any traffic. I didn't even get back to our car before she came running after me, bleating and head-butted my leg. We took her home and raised her. Our dog, Bill looked after her, cleaned up after her, and protected her. She was a blast to have around and very smart. One day I went into our bedroom and Nicole was on the bed throwing my stuffed animals up in the air. She was house trained and went to the door when she needed to potty. At about 4 months of age there wasn't a leaf or flower in the yard as high as Nicole could reach. We had to take her to a preserve so she could be with her own kind but that was like leaving one of my children. Especially after she chased us down. We took her back and the man who lived at the preserve had to take her inside until we left, and I could hear her bleating as we drove away. I cried all the way home.