Back in the Missouri Ozarks, a rarely-seen but hungry armadillo ventured out in the afternoon, scratching and digging for whatever might be found, in the pasture across the road from our farmhouse. My railroad track may be seen looping around above. Except for the occasional pines, the hardwood trees, mostly Oak, were still bare. Only the second or third time we saw an Armadillo, in 13 years there. I think they are nocturnal in habit normally, and have poor eyesight. This one certainly paid me no mind, though I ventured within about 20 feet of him. Not frightened in the least, or could not see me. Frank