It seems like each cross country trip has a theme that unfolds as we drive. The first one was winter storms. I can't think of the last one, but this one seemed to focus on feeding animals.
We arrived in New Orleans on the evening of the 14th. Perfect timing so we could get up and feed my duck friends on my birthday.
In San Diego a mallard couple spied us and swam over. I think they knew we were a duck friendly household even before they saw Pepe. Yeah, I put duck food out for them and they showed up at least twice a day for the week we were there. A camper neighbor really liked them so I left some duck food with them to take over. But I think these ducks had this place dialed either way.
The Rio Grande brought us deer ( and the corn from the gas station hunters). These guys—err, ladies—were also quite familiar with the benefits of being so close to a campground in a no hunting zone. They were close. Closer than my iPhone could capture so I tried taking pics through my binoculars before I went and got my real camera.
And then there were cats. At an RV park somewhere near Gonzales, Texas there was a herd of friendly stray cats that the regulars take care of and feed. Here too I was prepared with snacks and pets.