One of these birds is not like the others…. yes! A Cooper’s Hawk, on the umbrella just outside my bedroom window, scoping out the All You Can Eat Finch, Dove and Sparrow Bar.
The window decals are to keep the songbirds from trying to crash the party indoors.
I’ve come to a bit of a realization about Alexander, who sired so many fine lizards on Orangelina last year; another man has displaced him.
This new guy is long and large and gloriously tough, and he’s taken up residence under the wood-pile by the Barbie Coach. As I thought back on the moment Alexander tried to force his way into my bedroom, I realized that it was about the same time I started seeing the other male around and about the B40.
Orangelina, object of desire:
I feel terrible for Alexander, who with his short tail can’t really win any serious lizard-measuring territory battles.(They actually do this, they stand next to each other and see who’s longer.)
I’m not quick to assume that he’s been displaced by one of his own sons; Desert Spinies take a few years to reach sexual maturity, and I really don’t know how long Alexander’s been in the game. The yard is stuffed with his children, though, this I know. I’m seeing them in various stages of growth, scampering here and there, staking out bushes and lurks.
I’m excited about the hawks! Any day now, there ought to be four or five of them clowning around back here.