Yesterday we went over to a friend's place for a barbecue. Next door, a farmer had saved a fawn from being run over while he was haying. It was a few weeks old when he came upon it sleeping in the grass (thankfully he stopped his machine and didn't run it over). He said he was afraid the mother would reject it because he had handled it. Once it gets a little bigger (it's only one month old), he's taking it to an animal wildlife refuge. As he says, it's so tame, he could never let it out in the wild.