When I glanced out my kitchen window this morning, I discovered that the grass under one of my bird feeders had been disturbed -- to put it mildly. It actually looked like it had been blown up by tiny bombs. There were shallow holes where grass had once been, surrounded by mounds of grass with the roots still attached, as though they had been exploded from the earth. These holes covered an area about four feet by six feet, shown in the photo as dark mounds from just to the left of the shepherd's crook holding the bird feeder to the right edge.
I suspect the dirty work was done by Armadillos in search of worms and grubs. I've had them in the yard once before, early last fall. Gardening Daughter and I found a large burrow/hole beside a dead tree stump through which we believed they had entered the yard. At that time, we filled it with clay-based cat litter, small to moderate sized fallen tree limbs, and yard dirt, and I didn't see any more evidence of them until today.
This afternoon, I looked beside the old tree stump and, sure enough, there's a hole that must go all the way to China. I've stuffed the hole almost to the top, again, and placed a large clay pot in the remaining opening. I'll at least be able to tell if the pot has been moved.
I don't mind the Armadillos looking for food, but I do mind their tearing up the
green weeds grass around the feeder.
It's just one exciting thing after another.
Tomorrow is also a day.