Our dog saw something. She was standing stock still, left foot raised in classic pointer pose. She was positioned where our lawn ends and becomes heavy brush. She was tightly sprung, fixed. I thought it must be a squirrel, or a rabbit, her favorite pursuits. I walked toward her. As I did, she released her stance, moved toward the brush and gingerly inserted her head into the undergrowth. Then she jumped back. I thought then it might be a snake she’d found.
These little creatures are fun to watch. They are rampant on Cumberland Island, Georgia. Our small Norwich Terriers used to chase them. When the armadillo stopped and turned around to face them, our dogs ran fast away or back to me.
Wonders of nature--it reminds me of horsetail, a weed I'm fighting (and no doubt losing the battle too) that looks like it belongs in the primeval epoch it goes back to, a survivor of remotest, probably pre-human times on earth. My daughter says: "Do you really think you can win against something that's been around for 500 million years or so?" Well, I can try, otherwise it may take over the flower beds entirely and I do heart my flowers. But I have to take my cap off to a survivor!
Yes, I think Sarah's right! Nature has unlimited patience. It waits until it has it right. Let me know how that battle goes, Nancy. My money's on the horsetail.
As I read this, a flash of bright orange through my office window caught my eye. A brown squirrel dashed across the yard, and its tale looked as if it had opted to use dye seen on the multi-pierced. A hardcore punk squirrel.
I don't know if I can say I've seen an armadillo. Well, its armour. I pass it every day on my walk. It seems it didn't save the poor thing from some more aggressive creature. Sad. Thank you for the information, Richard.
And, I enjoyed this piece, very much.
So pleased!
These little creatures are fun to watch. They are rampant on Cumberland Island, Georgia. Our small Norwich Terriers used to chase them. When the armadillo stopped and turned around to face them, our dogs ran fast away or back to me.
I'd run away, too, if I were a dog!
Wonders of nature--it reminds me of horsetail, a weed I'm fighting (and no doubt losing the battle too) that looks like it belongs in the primeval epoch it goes back to, a survivor of remotest, probably pre-human times on earth. My daughter says: "Do you really think you can win against something that's been around for 500 million years or so?" Well, I can try, otherwise it may take over the flower beds entirely and I do heart my flowers. But I have to take my cap off to a survivor!
Yes, I think Sarah's right! Nature has unlimited patience. It waits until it has it right. Let me know how that battle goes, Nancy. My money's on the horsetail.
As I read this, a flash of bright orange through my office window caught my eye. A brown squirrel dashed across the yard, and its tale looked as if it had opted to use dye seen on the multi-pierced. A hardcore punk squirrel.
Those pesky punk squirrels.
I don't know if I can say I've seen an armadillo. Well, its armour. I pass it every day on my walk. It seems it didn't save the poor thing from some more aggressive creature. Sad. Thank you for the information, Richard.
We love good information, Marina!