A few years ago, my brother-in-law was working on someone's house in a woodsy area across the road from a large, gated property with tall hedges. As he was standing in the driveway, a bizarre-looking deer came jogging out of the trees. (As a side note, Michigan deer are tall, sleek, and slender, and that particular "deery" color of brown.) This one was practiacally white, tiny and stunted looking, and decidedly fuzzy.
The guys stopped what they were doing to watch the grizzled little deer as it trotted along. As if the sighting of a peculiar deer weren't enough, it made a beeline for the large gates at the property across the road. It marched up and down for a few seconds, obviously wanting to get in. Then the gates slowly opened. The deer briskly waltzed inside, and the gates closed again behind it.
We learned later that the property was owned by an eccentric European collector of different breeds of deer, but I don't think that makes the story any less bizarre or entertaining.
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