One afternoon Man and I decided to investigate one of the hiking/walking trails that we have not been on here at Gulf State Park. It starts at the beach road and goes north east towards Orange Beach. The entire trail (one way, no loop) is 1.75 miles. We were not really dressed/prepared for a hike, he did not have on his hat and the sun was shining (melanoma survivor, needs his hat) and I really needed another layer of coat or sweater and needed my walking shoes. So, we decided to just do a bit of the trail and see how things worked out.
Well, we only walked about .6 or .7 of a mile total, but, things worked out quite well. We saw our first armadillo, ever, alive, not road kill, up close, less than 6 feet away and not one bit skittish! We have been traveling in the southern states since 2001, less 2 years that we could not leave Michigan for health issues. We have not seen that many dead armadillos either. A couple (stuffed, err preserved, of course) in visitors centers in parks. NEVER alive. NOT ONE! But, now we have!
(Yes, I know, silly things like a living armadillo do excite us.)
We heard brush and grass rustling, and my first thought was, oh, lordy, an alligator (now those do NOT excite me, au contraire, they scare the beejeebees outta me!).
But, no, twas not the feared alligator, but, instead was:
I took a number of photos, but, of course, most of which show little more than the two above, and a lot show less, as this armadillo was very focused on digging around and enjoying it's dinner. I did get a few of part of it's face, sorta. I said to Man, OK, time to finish our walk, I turned to leave and Man started practically screaming, "Get that photo, get that photo". I turned, basically pointed the camera, no time, hurry, was not sure Sony even had time to focus, shoot - -
(Photo was slightly edited, contrast, brightness, cropped).
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