Armadillos began expanding into Missouri in the 1980s, and this is about the northern edge of their range. We have seen many dead ones along the sides of the road and occasionally alive at our house, at night. This is the first year we have seen one active in the daytime.
The Weaver thought she might like to see an armadillo walk across her yard. About the best I can do to help her out is show these photographs I took yesterday afternoon.
They don’t see very well, which is why I was able to get within about 5 feet of this one...
before it finally looked up..
and saw me, and took off.
They have to dig for their food, and if there is too much snow and ice on the ground for too many days, they die of starvation. Last night, I mentioned to Richard that I might stop by the convenience store and pick up some fishing worms, and he said, “No. We are not going to start feeding the armadillo!”
There is more snow on the ground this morning, and as I drove by the convenience store on the way home from aerobics and noted the sign “FISHING WORMS,” I was sorely tempted. But I did not stop. Nature will have to take its course with this one.
Did I mention "DIG!?" Weaver can be glad that there is no armadillo walking across her yard...
because this is what it looks like after they are finished...