Deer Whisperer

Near the entrance, or exit depending on my direction, of the Nature Preserve where I walk, there's a small clearing where the grasses are not even knee high. In this spot, every once in a while, as if the beauty of the Preserve was not reward enough, Nature surprises me with a gem.
The rustling of the leaves are my first indication. Then quick as a wink, she flies out of the bushes, hops to the other side of the path into the clearing. My gaze follows her graceful movements, and I see, not one, not two, but six deer standing about. I stop to gaze at their beauty, their innocence, their purity. They stop to stare at me.
What are they thinking?
What sort of creature is she? Is she friend or foe? Catch me if you can?
Minutes go by. I dare not move. How long will this picture perfect moment last?
I walk away, they scatter.