After almost two months away, I’m back home here in Florida and the first thing I noticed when I looked out at my backyard, was a distinct lack of iguanas. Some of you may remember my post about the proposed shooting of iguanas in our neighbourhood. It would seem that during my absence, the iguanas have been almost exterminated. Walking over the road to my neighbour’s house on Thursday, I saw a vehicle labelled ‘Iguana Control’, parked next to the kerb and as I walked up the path to her front door, I heard a couple of shots which alarmed me as they were so close. Apparently hundreds of iguanas have been killed in the past few weeks. I’ve only seen one sad and lonely-looking little fella since we got back, but no sign of him again over the weekend.
So it looks like there will be no more photos of these fascinating creatures on my blog.
I used to really look forward to seeing their hopeful little faces turned towards the sun.
Their gorgeous colour change as mating season progressed was always a joy to behold.
I did see Basil the basilisk lizard on his usual palm tree trunk, so good to know that he’s safe, although he didn’t look too happy. He must be wondering where all his friends have disappeared to.
The Great Egret was looking very unimpressed with all the goings on around here, as am I.
Mr. GBH usually looks super dapper and very alert, but I’m sure like all of us, he does has his off days. I usually call them, ‘Dumpy Down Days’. Do you think he was sulking or just having a ‘Bad Feather Day’?
“No, I’m not sulking………….Well maybe just a tiny bit.”
Happy Friday everyone and have a great weekend too.
Woody woodpecker has been seen on numerous occasions, clinging to the trunk of one of our palm trees. Usually he flies away before his photo shoot, but yesterday he was too busy to notice he was being spied on. That’s quite a sizeable hole already. I hope he intends making his home there and raising a family.
Last year, one of our neighbours across the lake told hubby that he became so irritated by the rat-a-tat-tat of a woodpecker incessantly pecking at a tree in his backyard, that he had the tree chopped down. I don’t know about you, but that’s what I would definitely call overkill. I felt sorry for the palm tree as well as the woodpecker.