My new location is loaded with Axis and Whitetail deer, which graze in the field behind my RV every evening. The teeny little fawns are adorable! I accidentally walked up on one the other evening and it took off like a shot, bounding away, big white tail in the air!

You might need glasses, or this could be a fuzzy picture of a deer. (One thing is certain, my photography skills haven’t changed. Just remember – certainty is a good thing.)

The fawn (not pictured) was a bit smaller than Pye (Pye’s not exactly one to miss a meal), but its white tail was the size of an adult deer’s tail – and it was as long as its little body! It was cute and hilarious all at the same time. It reminded me of when I was a kid and my guinea pig gave birth to babies – open-eyed, fur-covered babies with adult-sized guinea pig feet! The disproportionately large feet make the baby guinea pigs kind of funny looking.

Speaking of Pye, here’s what happened right after I parked. She looked out the window at the grackle (black birds about the size of a crow, but with a long tail and a big squawk). She’d never seen one of the large birds before.

Pye seeing a grackle for the first time.

The bird, oblivious to Pye watching from the window, hopped a bit closer the my RV. The photo below was taken seconds later right after Pye freaked out because the oblivious bird came closer. She ran away from the window. Yes, Pye is actually part chicken.

The grackle, oblivious to Pye, hoped closer to my site – and Pye ran away from the window. Ahhh, yup, that’s my chicken cat.

But I digress (only because no story from me would be complete without a healthy dose of off-topic trivia, and because the big white tail with a little fawn attached was super cute, and Pye freaking out over a bird outside was too funny not to share)…

Besides deer, this area is also full of tourists, sober people, retirees, and heavily-tattooed and pierced twenty-somethings. There aren’t many folks my age (yeah, yeah, I know I keep telling you all I’m 29, but I’ve been saying that for a few years now…).

I’m going to refer to my new town as Deerville, and the two biggest towns nearby as Touristburg and Soberville. (For those of you who haven’t been reading me for long, the reason I no longer declare my exact location at the time I’m actually there is because of the creep factor… I occasionally attract the strangest of the strange. Hence, No-name Towns to confuse the stalkerati.)

Before I digress again…

The tourists can be an exercise in patience, as tourists can be anywhere, especially when driving. Ah, all the aggressive driving reminds me of the drivers from my time in a big city. “Aggro” (aggressive) driving just isn’t done in the country. But tourists don’t know, or care, about those little pleasantries.

I went to a car show in the center of a nearby town and was quickly reminded how I don’t care for throngs of shoppers. The unique touristy stores were full of great knick-knacks, but the throngs of rude tourists and frustrated store clerks prompted a hasty retreat. Hence my question: Why is it called tourist season if we can’t shoot at them?

In honor of the tourists and their penchant for shopping, I present Giant Gift Bags – in another town they can shop at far away.

World’s Largest in San Antonio – Giant Gift Bags

Giant Gift Bags? Who thought of this? An odd roadside attraction for sure. These are in front of a chopping center at 7959 Broadway Ave in San Antonio, Texas.

Giant Gift Bags roadside attraction – because there is always room for more stuff.

Giant Gift Bags roadside attraction – because there is always room for more stuff.

A tourist magnet for sure. Go, Tourists, and seek the giant gift bags in the city far away!