After losing the Phoebe chick this morning my day was a bit of a downer. Later in the day we found a juvenile alligator lizard inside the house just resting on the kitchen floor. I didn’t want anything to happen to this little fellow. It had already lost its tail once and was in the process of regrowing it.
After it scurried around a bit while I tried to corral it, we finally nudged it into a small cardboard box. I took it outside for the prerequisite close-up shots and then let it loose by the garden, free to live a life of religious fulfillment.
This morning’s Phoebe incident is ever so slowly becoming just another memory. With photos. And two headstones.
