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Having a large Scottish heritage that migrated from England into Canada to Maine and other states. I am from a family of 9. Six girls and 3 boys. My dad died young when I was about 8 years old. I have 4 children and 3 step children with the great joy of 20 grandchildren. I worked in financial institutions and accounting for many years. Now I sew and make lots of stuffed animals and many other things. I'm a grandmother that has years of sewing in a wide variety of catagories. Photography has become one of my passions over the years. Nature that God has presented us is one of the greatest to photograph. My family and pets hate to see me with a camera in my hands. The bug took hold at Christmas time taking photos of my children in front of the tree. That became a tradition. Then you have family gatherings, vacations, grandchildren and the list could go on.

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Monday, May 4, 2009

Shadow and a Skank Lizard

While doing my daily thing today, I thought I kept hearing a cat. I checked each window and door but didn't see either of mine wanting to come in. Then remembered the sound was when Shadow wants me to see what she has caught.

Can you see the skank lizard by her hind legs? It has a reddish head. The one my other cat had a couple of years ago was black.

I went outside as I couldn't tell what she had. Well, on closer inspection I saw a skank lizard laying next to her. Me and my camera instinct took it with me. I took several photos, then took a stick and poked at it to see if it was still alive. They are noted for playing dead. Sure enough it was still moving.

Shadow was being very protective of her catch and showing me how proud she was. I gingerly tricked her a few times trying to get its tail and throw it away. Each time a piece of its tail broke in my fingers and it fell very short of my mark. Finally, it was close enough to my azalea bushes on the back fence line so I used a stick to toss it into them.

Survive??? Don't know, but know that my cat would have just kept pestering it until it was dead. She kept looking all around wondering where it was. Poor girl.