I nearly trod on this little fellow this afternoon whilst I was out promenading with Vinodog 2. Midstride, just as I was about to put my toe down, he darted under the front of my big, cumbersome vineyard-boot-shod foot. Whoa! Then, when I bent down to see if Master
Sceloporous occidentalis was alright, he didn't display any signs of life. So, very carefully, I carried the tiny lizard all the way back to Vinoland.
Vinoland's newest addition, to its native western fence lizard population, has now took up residence in the space between two old pieces of concrete and, thankfully, is quite active darting hither and thither. I hope he likes his new home. And I hope that all of Vinoland's other lizards like him.
