My favourite lizard at the Mountain was the cheeky Jacky (Amphibolurus muricatus). I missed him.
But after six months in my new home, I think one of his cousins has come to live here.
He was stretched out across my makeshift plastic-covered hothouse for carrots, catching the last of the afternoon sun.
I ran for the camera but he was quick to dash away. I laughed aloud with delight to see that familiar high-legged splayed gait, long needle tail held out stiff and straight behind — just like a mini-dinosaur.
It looked like a Jack was back in my life.
This one bore different colours from my Mountain mate, but they do vary a lot with gender and temperature. He ran under the house on to a pile of timber, where I couldn’t get a good photo. But enough to marvel anew at those delicate toes and the intricate studded patterns of his stripes. If he’s not a Jacky lizard, he’ll still be Jack to me… and very welcome too!