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Anole debut

ByCapt. Wendy

There are hundreds of google images of green anoles. But nowhere on the internet, until today, are there any images of my anole. Remember folks, you saw it here first. My very own bayou anole. She lives on my porch amidst my jungle of plants. She has no need to wander out into the dangerous wild. I know she has a spouse, because I’ve seen babies lurking about behind the grape leaves. So, without any further adieu, here she is, the anole you’ve all been waiting to see, my Antoinette.

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This is a rare peek around the pole for her. She was very curious as to why I was sitting there, stock still, with a black box pressed against my face for soooooooooo long. Little did she know I was waiting for her to get curious enough about exactly what I was doing to take a peek, just like she did! Aren’t lizards marvelous creatures? If you think so, please leave me a comment. My self worth is all tied up in how many comments I wake up to each morning. Really, isn’t that sad?

 

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  3. My brother used to mail these to me from Florida.
    Lived on the screened porch . CwitdeR has buckets of them out back door.
    I only have Mantids. Gone now with the freeze.

    The ground is getting white with snow here. Think I’ll be depressed till icefishing. There are other Roberts in my head though. Frost, as it were.

    “To ask if there is some mistake.
    The only other sound’s the sweep,
    Of easy wind and downy flake.”

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  4. Three comments, now my life has purpose!!!
    HH – The babies that survive the stray cat attacks go off and find their own jungle to grow up in. (I have pix of her spouse for later!)
    Blu – thanks for the correction!

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  5. Very nice Anole… the picture is quite wonderful. And I finally remembered (or rather, “located”) the word for the white stuff on oranges… it’s “albedo”.

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  7. its 2:40 am-i just went fix my be’be’ his bottle & seen Antoinette’s youngest son…lol he lives here near my kitchen window-he likes to visit my french back doors-peeping his head around the wood of each glass as the be’be’ tries to catch him through the glass…they have become good pals.

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