Wednesday, we didn't see the deer. We had hoped that maybe the deer was in labor and had a baby. But, we were at work all day.
Thursday, after going out midday with the kids, I saw the deer. It was snuggled into the bushes by our front door. It didn't move, but I could see it breathing.
I called the Wildlife officer. He said they could not try and rehab the deer because of the overpopulation (A term I disagree with, but I digress. I mean isn't it the humans that are overpopulated and taking over the deer's territory?) Anyway, he came to our house and he had to put the deer down. I felt really bad, but I hope that I did the right thing. I hope that it ended it's suffering. Being that it was so cold, and it been laying around for a few days, I doubted that it would recover from whatever it was ailing from.
Rest in peace, Bambi.
P.S. -- The kids didn't know anything about what happened. Emmett thought the Wildlife officer had come out the house to make sure everyone was safe and happy.