When we were lifting the rubble from the pile by the shelter (to fill the hole below the dam), we seem to have disturbed the winter hiding place of this fellow. This is a blue-tailed skink, about the existence of which many of you harbor doubts.
They also go by the name of five-lined skinks because of the five lines on their backs, but I’m sure this fellow simply wanted to go. His winter slumbers were interrupted, and the day was not yet warm enuf to be kind to him.
He was sluggish and thus cooperative before the camera. Nonetheless, this was the only shot of a half dozen I took that even came close to being acceptable. There is a bit of blue in his tail. I don’t know if this color gets more intense when breeding season approaches, but the skinks only maintain the blue color for their first year, so this one may be a skink elder who is done with all the flashiness of youth.
After our photo session, Libby placed him at the base of a tree, on the sunny side. There were plenty of leaves there, and after a moment he squirmed and writhed under them, happier, I hope, despite his morning’s terror.
In other news, the nannyberries arrived yesterday. If the pines come today or tomorrow, Pablo will be spending the weekend at Roundrock.
- Female red-winged blackbirds arrive this week.
- Bats are laving hibernation caves.