Last week’s armadillo adventure ended when it dived into this hole. It’s located in a thicket of locust saplings. Between the orchard and the strawberry bed. Now we have holes everywhere. Big holes. Little holes. Something’s going to break a leg stepping into a hole where there wasn’t a hole the day before. So how
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Another skirmish today, and the armadillo lived to dig another day. The dogs spotted our resident armadillo early this evening when we headed out to escort the cow back to her stall in the barn. As usual, it leaped, bounced, zigged, zagged, then dived down the nearest burrow. Blue, the old Aussie, dug as fast
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A tree root was in the way, so Blue tried to gnaw through it. Then he tried to jerk it out of the ground.
The burrow. I could hear a ‘whump, whump’ sound from the armadillo when I leaned close, but it was too far down the hole to see it. For more about armadillos, click here and here. Or here for some intriguing pictures and roadkill humor.
Two days ago we spotted a young 9-banded armadillo in the front yard at the farm. I’d have taken a picture, but who knew they could run that fast? I have no experience with armadillos, aside from counting roadkill in the southwest. Will they be garden pests? Must I learn a whole new pest deterrent
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