There was a dead armadillo laying out in the yard. Several buzzards were there. One was trying to tear the animal apart, while several of his gruesome henchmen skulked around the yard as look-outs. Guess one or more of the neighbor's dogs had killed it.
This was not our first rodeo with dead varmints in the yard. I kept an eye out until DH got home to dispose of it. We don't want another pile of ick for J n J to roll in.
Charming characters, eh?