In case you missed it on Flickr, we’ve had a little visitor in our yard the past few mornings.
A couple of days ago, my boys had begged me from the time I pried my eyes open in the morning, to run out to Daddy’s office and play Wii for just a few minutes before breakfast.
This is unheard of. Wii is kind of the stuff of weekends or at the very least late afternoons, but apparently they were “this close” to reaching some new level and could not see fit to eat or concentrate on anything at all until they’d had just a few minutes.
I think they’ve figured out that I’m not a morning person. Really, they could ask me to have their next birthday party at Hooters, and might agree to it if they catch me early enough in the day. No, they don’t actually know (or care) what Hooters is, I’m just saying, I don’t have any principles before 9 AM, none whatsoever.
Anyhow, they were opening the back door (the only TV we own is out in Daddy’s office, behind our house) when I hear a blood curdling, “MAMA!!!!!!!!”
I race ’round the corner to see a sight that is truly special. An armadillo! In our backyard! Now, having lived in Texas for all of my 33 years, I can tell you that we see a lot of them. Only, every single one that I’ve ever seen, alive, has been in the zoo. All others had met a nasty roadside fate.
Here though, was this lovely lady, in our own yard! She was gathering up dried leaves and grass under herself, then hunching around her pile in a sort of ball, and hopping it back to my husband’s office. Then, she and her pile of nesting materials would disappear underneath. She went at this for three or four more trips before she apparently snuggled in for her day’s rest.
We’ve named her Matilda, and we think she’s fantastic. I’m kinda thinking too, that we may have the pleasure of a whole litter of wee beasties before too long. Spring is on its way, friends. The Texas version of the groundhog proclaims it so!
If you are still unconvinced, have a look at my mint.
I’d long since given it up for dead, but it’s green as green can ever hope to be now, and sending out loads of new little leaves. My boys steal one off every now and again to rub all over themselves. The talk has turned to when there will be enough to make ice cream.
Just look at this!
Ms. Hyacinth is sticking one slippered toe out of the carriage, eager to get on with the ball. It won’t be long now, until she’ll step out, in all her spring finery, to usher in the awakening.