Being the desert and all, I was expecting more lizards up here than at our old houses in West Hills. God knows you can find enough pictures on her from the last ten years of both fence lizards, large, small, and tiny, and the occasional alligator lizard (good sized critters, especially the ones that came up through the toilets). But through the first six weeks, it’s been slim pickings.
When I was taking the trash bins out to the curb last Thursday evening, this tiny dude was chilling on the curb. I figure the west-facing concrete was probably still warm after sundown and it was sucking up every photon it could get.
It didn’t move until I got really close, then it scooted under that big bush. The markings are noticably different than all of those we had in West Hills – they were more scaly and “granulated” with the classic blue bellies and throats. While I didn’t get super close and I didn’t get to look at it at length, it seems that this one is more striped than spotted.
I’ll keep my eyes (and camera) open to watch for more of the area lizards and get more data.
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