I’m happy to report that Grandpa Igasho is still alive and well…… and would you just look at the length of that tail!
He’s found his safe place where no Iguana Control person can reach him. Look to the right of the arrow. One would have to not only brave our resident alligator, but also be an agile tree climber to get to him.
Recently, I’ve been feeling quite doleful because of the hunting down and killing of iguanas in our neighbourhood, so it was a real relief yesterday to see Grandpa Igasho in our backyard. I first took a photo out of my bathroom window so as not to scare him away.
Then I crept outside, opening the screen door very quietly. He didn’t move and inch, so I guess he must have known that I meant him no harm and was only going to shoot him with my camera.
He really is a beautiful specimen and I’d miss him so much if he were to fall prey to the Iguana Control man who patrols here with his shot gun on a regular basis.
Alas, I don’t speak ‘Iguana’, or I’d tell him to set up camp in my backyard where, because I haven’t contributed to paying for the extermination of him and his mates, he would be untouchable.
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.