She talked gently to the doe.  She had backed the car ten feet.  “Look”, she said.  On the left only five feet in was a doe.  It was standing in the tall grass munching.  It did not run away.  The doe stood there and my wife gently and softly whispered to her at least sixty seconds.  My wife commented that the deer had hundreds of flies over her rump.  The deer stood there.  It did not bound into the woods.  Finally we drove off and last we looked it was still in the same spot.