A few days ago, I posted a couple of pictures of a bird who was trying to build a nest in the light fixture just outside the door that I use to get to my car. I say that because, dude, had this bird succeeded, I would’ve had a bird’s nest directly over my head. Every. single. day. Y’all know how I feel about birds, so I absolutely couldn’t let that happen.
A friend suggested that I stuff the light opening with a paper towel roll doused in bleach. It worked. Except I used a toilet paper roll and I didn’t have any bleach. But the opening is blocked and the bird is gone.
So what does that have to do with the lizard above? Everything. I think that guy was serving as a lookout for the bird. For days, I’d been trying to catch the bird as she was building the nest because this was the most persistent bird I’d ever come across. Every day, as often as four times a day, my family and I spent time dismantling the nest and within hours a new one would be in its place.
Anyway, on this particular day, whenever the bird would start to fly by the house, the lizard would puff up and get all pink in the throat, like he was warning the bird to stay away. I felt hurt and betrayed. I thought the lizard and I had an understanding.
Side note, I’m down 4 lbs since last week. If you remember I started my weight loss journey. Again. This time I’ve been less visible/vocal/public about it. But I did want to share that bit of happiness.
Have a great week,
