The woman on the bench gestured “Hush! Stop!” I stopped my bike on the paved park road and watched the tentative movements in the woods — a mother deer and her three young ones, looking to cross. We waited. A couple and their dog halted ahead of me. The children coming behind me quieted suddenly. For awhile we all stood still and took in the little pageant. Mother stepped across the road first, then waited patiently for her charges to follow, which they did, in their own time, with dainty fawn steps. Her family intact, the doe led the way up a small rise through the cedars and away out of sight. The human watchers stirred, breathed satisfied breaths, pleased at what they had witnessed, then renewed their hiking and their chatter. “We were seeing rock stars,” the woman said.