First thing this morning went out as usual in Katherine's big rubber boots to feed the outside cats, let the chickens out of their coop, and throw scratch for them and for the geese by the pond. Walking back found a tiny bat body on the porch, small and perfect as a swallow.
Took another walk through the pasture, this time accompanied by Clea (Chuck's shepherd). At some point she fell back and started barking furiously so I walked back up the path and saw that she'd cornered a very large and very pissed-off skunk. Called to her and she retreated right away (which makes me think I helped her save face with the skunk, who was clearly winning, because she's not like to come when called by anyone other than Chuck) and rubbed on me. Next, shower and laundry. Pew.
Conversation with Alysse tonight made me realize that the armadillo doesn't lose novelty by showing up every day, it becomes novel that an armadillo shows up every day.
So. An armadillo has been showing up on the lawn every afternoon. There one is right now, hopping around and snuffling the grass.
May the novelty never wear off.
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