Sunday, July 13, 2008
Stalking The Wild Armadillo...........
I headed out into the garden one afternoon last week, gasped in disbelief at what I saw in the middle of the grass, and zoomed right back into the house for my camera!
I knew he lived in the shade garden, because I had happened on his burrow one day when I was pruning azaleas, and saw him scurrying down into it. He seemed so shy, I had reconciled myself to never actually meeting him. As fast as I sprinted to get my camera, he was still gone when I came back out. He looked so ungainly, I was surprised he could move that fast. But as I stood there, disappointed, I heard him snuffling about in the bushes. Hope rekindled, I tiptoed over to a big tree, and sat softly down under it to wait.
"I've got all day buddy," I whispered. So much for the garden chores.
I could hear him in the tangled thicket, but I couldn't see him.
And waited some more.
"This must be what it's like to work for National Geographic," I thought.
Short bursts of exhilaration.
With long stretches of boredom.
Just when I thought I might as well give up, he emerged from some ferns and scampered close to where I was sitting, afraid to breathe in case he spooked. He stopped a few feet away and I clicked. He didn't stick around for an encore, so this is as good as it gets!
Moving at a surprisingly fast wobble, he took off in the direction of the road, with me in hot pursuit, not only in hopes of more pics, but to act as his crossing guard since his silly a*s seemed bent on getting to the other side.
A bit [lot!] blurry, taken on the fly, but you can at least see that "svelte" is not a word you'd use to describe him! I'm sure his mama thinks he's adorable though......
When I saw his tail disappearing into the neighbours' shrubbery,
I figured I'd seen the last of him, but then he emerged again on the other side...
As he got deeper into the neighbours' garden he picked up speed,
and since I don't know them very well, I thought they might not be exactly overjoyed to look out the window and see the nutty neighbour prancing through their flower beds, so I retreated.
Back to the garden and the chores.