First came the goats . . .

 

I’d played pickleball for two hours in the morning, but then spent the afternoon just sitting, so it was time for a walk around the complex.

       

   Bunnies are beginning to show up. I used to see them all the time, but then I’m not out walking my sweet dog Mamie anymore at dog-o’clock, aka 7pm-ish, which is prime bunny time. Or is it the approach of Easter?

        

There was an escapee amaryllis, likely someone’s leftover Christmas bulb.

  

 

       And these giant palm husks that fall after a session of wind, making tidying a northern yard look like child’s play.

      

    And then there was this. 

          Gaping holes in front of one of the buildings.

          Turns out, some are man-made and others not so much.

          Word is, an armadillo (or several) have been doing some burrowing, not good if you’re paying a landscaping company scads of money to keep the place pristine. But good after all, because while looking into the holes management discovered a breaking sewer line, which they immediately started work on.

          I think I’ll have to take more walks in that direction – I’d love to see an armadillo.