Wouldn't you just know it. Over the past few years I have spent hours driving country roads searching for armadillo to photograph. It's not that I've never seen one before. I have. It's just that I've always wanted to photograph an armadillo up close and personal. They're just so prehistoric looking.
I've driven into state parks and hiked along dirt paths with my camera on and ready to focus in a moment's notice. Oh, I've seen a couple of armadillo at the state parks . . . but just their behinds.
I'm always so amazed that armadillo are so focused on rooting for food that I can practically walk up on them. But then instinct must kick in; and they look up, startled, and in a split second, dart into the underbrush. They are very fast runners, you know. (I know because I have chased a few.)
Well, this afternoon as I parked my car in the carport, I looked to my left and spied four young armadillo rooting along the ground beside Clay's house. I told Mom not to move and took a few photographs.
After that, I had Truett roll out on his scooter to see them. His scooter got stuck in the sand and he had to be rescued by a friend of Clay's; but my yearning for armadillo photographs has been satisfied . . . at least for a while.
You know, of course, I'll be irate if I find my roses rooted up. And then my fascination with armadillo will be done.
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