Late one afternoon, bordering on early evening, I sat for a few minutes to watch birds. The day was settling down and the sun, while bright, was low on the horizon. Pollinators and birds were active as they wrapped up the day.
Spring migration in underway and the pond in my back garden is a draw for weary feathered travelers to rest, bathe, and drink. I’ve only observed a few migratory birds so far this spring: some Orange-crowned warblers, a few American Goldfinches, one or two Lincoln Sparrows. Still, one never knows what the garden will offer.
This particular evening, the garden offered up an alien–a little green guy.
Running along the top of the fence, he pause, listened, then dashed under the cover a twining vine. I lost him for a minute, then he peeked out from the foliage and gave me the stink eye. This little green fella, this Green Anole, Anolis carolinensis, was out and about and on the hunt. Afterall, it was dinnertime.
Just after this shot, he darted into the body of the vine. Shortly afterwards, I saw him smack his mouth in satisfaction, presumably after eating something, or someone: bee, or moth, or beetle–only the little green anole knows.
He didn’t lick his chops, but he might as well have.
Joining in today with Anna’s Flutter and Hum and her wonderful Wednesday Vignette. Please pop over for garden, nature, and other musings.