I was wandering the back garden with my camera on Saturday sometime near noon. I saw a wire cloche I'd left sitting along the flagstone path after removing it from a plant I'd been trying to protect from my bunny visitors. As I went to pick it up, I immediately noted something odd stuck in the wire framework.
The lizard's head was down when I first saw him. My first reaction was a sense of wonder that he'd turned a metallic bluish color, blending in with the color of the wire. I've seen the western fence lizards that populate my garden turn from striped brown to almost black but never blue. Then I saw he was seriously stuck. I jiggled the cloche a bit to see if I could help him get loose. He didn't budge and that's when he looked up at me, his mouth open with an expression I interpreted as extreme distress. Whether he was crying for help or expressing abject terror that this human looming above him was going to finish him off, I don't know. I ran and got my garden snips and, as gently and carefully as I could, I snipped the wire clamped around his hind legs. He was still unable to move so I clipped a little more. Then he was away like a flash without a backward glance.
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All material © 2012-2018 by Kris Peterson for Late to the Garden Party
The lizard's head was down when I first saw him. My first reaction was a sense of wonder that he'd turned a metallic bluish color, blending in with the color of the wire. I've seen the western fence lizards that populate my garden turn from striped brown to almost black but never blue. Then I saw he was seriously stuck. I jiggled the cloche a bit to see if I could help him get loose. He didn't budge and that's when he looked up at me, his mouth open with an expression I interpreted as extreme distress. Whether he was crying for help or expressing abject terror that this human looming above him was going to finish him off, I don't know. I ran and got my garden snips and, as gently and carefully as I could, I snipped the wire clamped around his hind legs. He was still unable to move so I clipped a little more. Then he was away like a flash without a backward glance.
This is my Wednesday Vignette. For more, visit Anna at Flutter & Hum.
All material © 2012-2018 by Kris Peterson for Late to the Garden Party