He chased them up onto the porch.
Unsuccessfully trying to bite one of them.
There was a standoff.
One of them scooched up under the grill.
Harry got bored and wandered away, I shooed him out of the yard so that when the armadillos decided to come out of hiding, they wouldn't all go tearing through my flower beds. I'd rather have a few armadillo-dug holes scattered around than having the tank that is Harry plowing through the flowers.