I've lived in the rural countryside for most all of my nearly 57 years. Yesterday morning I saw a sight I've never seen before. The baby armadillo. As I left for work, at the bottom of the hill maybe a 100 yards from my house, I saw something moving in the dim light. As I got there in my vehicle, a mother armadillo moseyed across the road with four identical little ones obediently trailing behind her. With little sight and apparently even less fear, they worried not that the driving machine might pose any threat to them. I yielded for a minute or so as they sniffed, stopped, sniffed, stopped, and stepped their way across. I'm sure the hussy was taking her children up the hill to train them in how to ravage my yard...but for now I've given them a free pass.
Friday, May 09, 2014
The Armadillo
Even baby armadillos are cute.
I've lived in the rural countryside for most all of my nearly 57 years. Yesterday morning I saw a sight I've never seen before. The baby armadillo. As I left for work, at the bottom of the hill maybe a 100 yards from my house, I saw something moving in the dim light. As I got there in my vehicle, a mother armadillo moseyed across the road with four identical little ones obediently trailing behind her. With little sight and apparently even less fear, they worried not that the driving machine might pose any threat to them. I yielded for a minute or so as they sniffed, stopped, sniffed, stopped, and stepped their way across. I'm sure the hussy was taking her children up the hill to train them in how to ravage my yard...but for now I've given them a free pass.
I've lived in the rural countryside for most all of my nearly 57 years. Yesterday morning I saw a sight I've never seen before. The baby armadillo. As I left for work, at the bottom of the hill maybe a 100 yards from my house, I saw something moving in the dim light. As I got there in my vehicle, a mother armadillo moseyed across the road with four identical little ones obediently trailing behind her. With little sight and apparently even less fear, they worried not that the driving machine might pose any threat to them. I yielded for a minute or so as they sniffed, stopped, sniffed, stopped, and stepped their way across. I'm sure the hussy was taking her children up the hill to train them in how to ravage my yard...but for now I've given them a free pass.
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Humorously on the subject of armadillos, some of you might enjoy Texas singer Robert Earl Keen's song The Armadillo Jackal.
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