Sorry I am so far behind on our blog. I'll be posting a few quick pics that have been in the queue, and then will hopefully catch up on the rest soon.
When we first moved to Jacksonville, I started an armadillo roadkill count. I soon gave up. There's just too many of them. (We also have quite a few raccoons and squirrels.) One week, in Marsha and Craig's subdivision, a dead one lay on someone's lawn for three or four days while a flock of vultures took care of it. It was a weirdly Western scene, despite taking place on manicured grass. All we needed was a few tumbleweeds and a wagon train.
This particular one, one of the few live models we've seen, was snuffling about just outside our porch. Sophie followed it out onto the golf course. They are funny, prehistoric-looking creatures. I think Sandra Boynton captures them perfectly in her board books. They always look slightly wigged-out. Must be all that traffic dodging.
At long last, we broke down and bought some furniture. (I don't recommend buying used futon mattresses, by the way - you may think the smell will come out, but it won't.) We found an old bunk bed with a full-sized futon frame on the bottom on Craig's list. Ryan and the kids sanded and painted it in "Summer Splash," a classic Atlantic blue. They've been sleeping happily in it ever since.
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