My last wildlife encounter at Circle B Bar Reserve occurred while I was hoofing it back to my car. This little tank barreled out of the underbrush and stomped right toward me. While they have a great sense of smell, their eyesight is notoriously terrible.
Good thing I’m not a predator. Though judging by the bloody scrape on it’s side it looks like this armadillo’s armor held up to the challenge.
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