Last night, while working on the living room, my brain was fretting just a bit over the fact that this nature blog was running low on nature photos due to my schedule and the short days of Fall.
Then, as she does from time to time, Miss Sara N. Dippity arrived to save me.
Bear's barking announced her arrival.
He was out on the porch, just chillin' with Flounder and Feather and had been quietly chewing up branches, but now was barking his fool head off.
I stepped outside amongst the saws, cement, and other remodeling debris to find him in hot pursuit of an armadillo who ran right under my front steps and into a short burrow beneath the step slab.
(Disclaimer: the steps and much of the porch are covered in cement dust and other debris due to the hearthstone sawing I've been doing. I'm not worrying about it too much since the exterior of the house is the next project.)
Tentative investigative sniff.
Double dog tag team.
The application of a water hose to the burrow brought the dillo up and out where he was greeted by Bear (left) and almost 13 year old Feather (right).
They were harassing the dillo, but not harming it. His armor plate and rounded shape made it impossible to get a doggy grip ... plus Feather is missing some teeth these days, so she's not a huge threat anyway.
The dillo was not happy and was growling in that muttery way they do.
I'm getting pretty good at one handed critter snatching while taking photos, so I reached down and snatched the dillo up by his tail.
That's Bear's nose on the right.
Here is the only way to hold a live armadillo. Those digging claws are sharp and the animal itself is very powerful.
He's not hurt, just scared and ticked off.
(He's an exotic species here, by the way, and very destructive to our native soil fauna... so he's lucky I let him go ... I'm sure some truck bumper has his name on it anyway ...)
Bear gave him one last, " Next time, I won't be so nice" shnuffle bark and then we walked out into the woods.
I gave the armadillo a nice toss into the bushes. He landed with Bear close behind hoping to make a retrieval, but the dillo bounded away into the dark brush and Bear returned to the porch to swap war stories with Feather.