A muntjac deer who knew me well lived in the next garden for two years. They were a frequent visitor as they gingerly walked through the hornbeam hedge and took a drink in a small pond.
The owner had died, and the garden was large enough to support the deer with enough food and grazing before new neighbours arrived this year. During a conversation about the deer the neighbours told me how magical it was to have a deer living at the end of their garden, but within two weeks they encouraged the deer to find a new home. The gardens are more than large enough for us all to live together.