Summer has slowly shone it pleasures here on ‘the mountain’. It isn’t really a mountain, more of a series of foothills that rise from the Pacific Ocean and march off past our meager 1700 feet of elevation (that’s 518+ meters to the rest of the world. A discussion best left for another time.)
It is ‘THE MOUNTAIN’ to us. Especially when driving to and from the nearest town is necessary on more than one occasion during a given day.
But I digress.
Summer means warmer temperatures. Usually hitting triple digits (again, around 38 degrees Celsius). The heat index has remained low through the Spring and just now is inching up to real warmth.
That brings heart palpitations to Gracie. The fearless lizard hunter waits many months to go in search of her prey. Sunshine and heat bring the quick footed reptiles to repose on rock and board where they can finally feel warm. But they must stay alert.
Gracie is on the prowl.
There have never been concerns for the welfare of our scurrying friends. They are much faster than an excited Cocker Spaniel. Gracie has spent nearly 4 years on this earth and no lizard has ever been touched by her. It is not for lack of trying. She eschewed tennis balls for the hunt. She ignores RABBITS for the hunt. Her purpose requires all of her Cocker brain to be focused tightly on the pursuit of the rascal lizard.
This morning dawned clear and bright. The air was cool but the sun, as it rose, was intense. The roses were in need of water. The tomatoes eagerly awaited the warmth. But somewhere, there was an un-shaded area that was perfect for lizard lounging.
And Gracie found it.
Today, she brought to us a beautiful spotted, blue-bellied lizard, it’s head and tail protruding from her mouth. She did not wish to give up her prize immediately. Then she strode over to the rose garden and opened her mouth. Mr. Lizard fell to the ground and scurried under the deck, safe from doggie breath.
The soft mouth of her birding heritage prevented her from harming a scale on Mr. Lizard’s body.
It scared the daylights outta me!
(George was chasing a tennis ball the entire time. His obsessions are elsewhere!)
Tomorrow shall see more of the great hunt.
Upon whom do you place your bets? Gracie or the Lizard?