Enthralling, Matt.
These are the kinds of things we go to the wood for. Oh, sure, we're out there hunting game ourselves, and it's great when things come together for us and allow us to harvest some food for ourselves; but there's no replacement for the kind of moments you experienced out there watching the eternal drama of nature reveal itself to you so personally. I've had deer walk up on me while I was hunting squirrel; I've had deer run past me so close I could have reached out my arm and stroked one's neck as she and her fawn ran by; I've been standing out in the open on a wide trail, still and quiet enough to have a bear walk up on me, and I've been atop a ridge and seen a hawk from above, slaloming through the trees at speed only 15 yards below me; I've been sitting on the ground and had a Winter Wren give me a threat display from no more than arm's length; but I've never seen such as you described. I'm a little envious, but not in a bad way. By sharing it so eloquently, you have given us all some of your experience, and I thank you.
Keep hunting, and bring us the stories when you have them; but most of all, treasure every moment out in the woods that you are given. There's nothing else like it.