As anybody who has been in South Texas for more than thirty days says, Un pequito mas, and holds up a finger and the thumb to make the sign of a tiny bit more. Thus, the title of this post. I couldn’t resist sharing my encounter with you. This time, Mr. Anole was jumping from one stem to another so I knew right away that he was alive … for sure. There was a steady breeze with fairly strong gusts, but he rode two limbs like a tightrope walker in a storm. Cool as a cucumber, that Mr. Anole.
He looked directly at me and waited for me to fetch Little Lumix. The blossoms put him in a fine mood, no doubt. If I weren’t so deaf, I bet I could have heard him singing as he was swinging back and forth!
I was excited to see Mr. Anole again. And, I was grinning from ear to ear when I realized that I actually captured a photograph of him.
All is well in the Garden.