Rudy and I had walked the Sunset Trail, the Enchanted Trail and the Gentian Trail. We were on the White Pine Trail at a right angle turn from eastward to northward when I heard a deer near the trail to the north. But Rudy didn’t run over to investigate; rather he was nudging something on the ground. At first I could see nothing and thought he was investigating a rodent hole. Then I saw something furry move ahead of Rudy’s nose. “Oh, it’s a rabbit”, I thought. But then it stood on tiny, spindly legs and started to clumsily run into the woods and I could see the spots on its back. As it ran, it was bleating a high pitched cry and presently the large doe ran in the direction of the fawn. Rudy did not immediately behave when I called him, but fortunately he did not harm the fawn and the doe did not harm Rudy.
Had Rudy, with his canine nose, not been with me, I never would have seen the fawn. Clearly when they heard us coming down the trail, the fawn did just as it’s mommy had taught it and hid, motionless, blending with the woods floor.