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Back Door Gecko
28 March 2009 00:05Southern spotted velvet gecko.
Snakes and Lizards
14 February 2009 13:05
Pink Tongue Lizard
24 April 2008 19:36Pink tongue lizards are the lesser-known relatives of the blue tongue lizard. They are found in thick bush along the east coast and are semi-arboreal.
And they do have a pink tongue.
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And they do have a pink tongue.
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When I came home from work today, I discoved that I was being menaced by a dangerous creature.
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1 November 2007 19:29The injured bearded dragon on release day. He is climbing a box eucalypt and showing off his camouflage.
( It's a dragon! )
( It's a dragon! )
Plague Of Babies
1 February 2007 17:39Last night, after the stress of the day, I checked the live mousetrap and discovered it had caught a mouse and this:
( Baby Lizards! )
( Baby Lizards! )
Velvet Gecko
22 January 2007 23:18A native Australian velvet gecko running around my wire screen door, licking up bugs. For scale, the wire holes are 2mm x 2mm. These little fellows don't make much noise, unlike their tropical cousins.
Oh yeah. I had a film developed today. More photos to come.
Oh yeah. I had a film developed today. More photos to come.
Today's rescue
7 October 2006 18:36
(click for a larger photo) Adult blue tongue lizard, showing hos he got his name. He was bailed up by dogs that would have killed him if he'd been left. I relocated him to the edge of town and let him go.Duckies
The two little ducks are much larger and have been moved to the day cage outside. That cage has a grass floor and shallow water dish for them to bath and sunbake as required because their down is not yet fully waterproof and they get drenched. The UV will do them good, too. They still don't have feathers which means I have to bring them in at night and supply them with a 40W light bulb for heating. They are really wild and panic when anyone goes near, so release will be easy.
Blue Tongue Lizard
He had no injuries so I let him go in the garden. My mix of I Can't Believe It's Not Molluscs is vanishing every day and it's not mice eating it. I had to stop putting bananas into the mix because I can't afford to buy them at the moment.
Shelley
Her wire frame and super glue supports are rock-hard; there is no movement along the crack in her shell. When her nutral-cure sillicone is fully dry I'll re-introduce her to water so she can eat. Snake-neck tortoises don't have tongues and require their heads to be underwater so they can eat. Next Week she'll get wet and wild, with shredded greens.
Freddie
Bat is being difficult. He refuses to eat all the meal worms, which means I have to squeeze the creamy wormy goodness out of the bodies and smear it on his face, forcing him to lick himself clean. Enough goes in to keep him alive but he's still thin. I hope soon he'll get a taste for the worms and eat the whole lot. When that happens I can get him to self-feed from a dish and move him into a bat-tent. Right now he's still in the rescue bag.
The two little ducks are much larger and have been moved to the day cage outside. That cage has a grass floor and shallow water dish for them to bath and sunbake as required because their down is not yet fully waterproof and they get drenched. The UV will do them good, too. They still don't have feathers which means I have to bring them in at night and supply them with a 40W light bulb for heating. They are really wild and panic when anyone goes near, so release will be easy.
Blue Tongue Lizard
He had no injuries so I let him go in the garden. My mix of I Can't Believe It's Not Molluscs is vanishing every day and it's not mice eating it. I had to stop putting bananas into the mix because I can't afford to buy them at the moment.
Shelley
Her wire frame and super glue supports are rock-hard; there is no movement along the crack in her shell. When her nutral-cure sillicone is fully dry I'll re-introduce her to water so she can eat. Snake-neck tortoises don't have tongues and require their heads to be underwater so they can eat. Next Week she'll get wet and wild, with shredded greens.
Freddie
Bat is being difficult. He refuses to eat all the meal worms, which means I have to squeeze the creamy wormy goodness out of the bodies and smear it on his face, forcing him to lick himself clean. Enough goes in to keep him alive but he's still thin. I hope soon he'll get a taste for the worms and eat the whole lot. When that happens I can get him to self-feed from a dish and move him into a bat-tent. Right now he's still in the rescue bag.
It must be spring
20 September 2006 17:27One of the vets rang me at work to say they had a baby bat. What they had was a fully grown, and pissed off, little forest bat. He's a juvenile pup from last year, and is still on his provisional flyer's licence - one step up from L plates, but not much of a step. I don't know what's wrong with him. There is nothing physical that I can find, but something must be wrong; you don't find them on the ground for no reason. I was amused to see the Vet's nurse had filled out an animal report form listing me as the owner and the bat's name as "Freddy."
( Also... )
( Also... )
Last night I rescued a shingleback lizard. He was moved from a yard because the people were worried the neighbourhood dogs would harm him. I took the lizard to the zoovets for a checkup, and let him go on the edge of town.
They're also called bog-eye lizards, two-headed lizards (their tails mimic the heads), pineapple lizards, and walking turds.
He was found by one of the kids, who trod on him in the long grass.
Crikey! He's a bit stroppy!
I took him out to the zoovets for an xray. While I was there the nurse skipped into the room and said happily "Hey guess what? We have to do the koalas again!" Dr Jodie groaned loudly and Dr Timm sank forward until his head was on the xray plate.
"Oh GOD!" he moaned.
"What's wrong with cute, cuddly koalas?" I asked.
"You don't think they're cute or cuddly when you have to harass them every week," said Timm.
I want the doctor, to take your picture...
No broken bones, clean bill of health. Back onto the bush for you.
They're also called bog-eye lizards, two-headed lizards (their tails mimic the heads), pineapple lizards, and walking turds.
He was found by one of the kids, who trod on him in the long grass.
Crikey! He's a bit stroppy!
I took him out to the zoovets for an xray. While I was there the nurse skipped into the room and said happily "Hey guess what? We have to do the koalas again!" Dr Jodie groaned loudly and Dr Timm sank forward until his head was on the xray plate.
"Oh GOD!" he moaned.
"What's wrong with cute, cuddly koalas?" I asked.
"You don't think they're cute or cuddly when you have to harass them every week," said Timm.
I want the doctor, to take your picture...
No broken bones, clean bill of health. Back onto the bush for you.
A pair of Tawny Frogmouths roosting outside my brother's house in Port Macquarrie. The birds are doing their best to look like dead eucalyptus branches, an effect spoiled by the palm tree they're in.
( Blue tongue lizards )
( Blue tongue lizards )
Blue Tongue Lizard
8 March 2006 17:38I heard a car pull up out the front, and opened the door to see who it was. As it turned out it was simply the neighbours across the road. As I stood idly watching them, something on the screen door caught my attention. I brought the focus of my attention and eyes to a point not more than 6" from my nose. There, clinging to the fly-wire screen at my eye level, was a baby blue tongue lizard. I caught him.
"You silly bugger," I said. "You should be out the back! I have a fresh plate of I Can't Believe It's Not Molluscs out there." The lizard hissed and poked his tongue out, and gave me a dirty look.
I carried the little fellow out to his dish, and was astounded to see it was already occupied by a baby blue tongue lizard. The lizard did his threat display at me, hissing and opening his mouth wide to poke his tongue out. He realized this wasn't working (my laughter might have given him that impression) so he scooted for the old mouse hole. I looked at the lizard in my hand, who hissed and poked his tongue out, and continued to give me a dirty look. I placed him on the ICBINM but he scuttled into the pile of leaves behind the shed.
Looks like I have to set out another dish. We can't have the kids fighting.
"You silly bugger," I said. "You should be out the back! I have a fresh plate of I Can't Believe It's Not Molluscs out there." The lizard hissed and poked his tongue out, and gave me a dirty look.
I carried the little fellow out to his dish, and was astounded to see it was already occupied by a baby blue tongue lizard. The lizard did his threat display at me, hissing and opening his mouth wide to poke his tongue out. He realized this wasn't working (my laughter might have given him that impression) so he scooted for the old mouse hole. I looked at the lizard in my hand, who hissed and poked his tongue out, and continued to give me a dirty look. I placed him on the ICBINM but he scuttled into the pile of leaves behind the shed.
Looks like I have to set out another dish. We can't have the kids fighting.
Polly and Scruffy had finished their tinned meat by-products, and Polly went for a drink as she usually does. She put her nose in the bowl, then leapt vertically a good 3 feet, ran up to the back fence, turned and barked furiously at me. I had a real "What the...?" moment, and looked in the water dish.
A baby blue tongue lizard was swimming in there, wriggling around in the tepid water with its head above the surface very much like a micro-plesiosaur. The lizard is not more than 6" long, and even though the dish isn't very large it was certainly large enough for the baby to submerge in and emerge loch ness monster-like to frighten my poor dog.
Right now it's in a shoe box to dry out. Why the lizard was in the water is something only the lizard can answer. Hot? Thirsty? Cowabunga? The lizard merely huffs and hisses at me, pokes out its alarming blue tongue and declines to say more. Soon I'll free it into my garden so it can stomp its tiny way to mollusc carnage.
A baby blue tongue lizard was swimming in there, wriggling around in the tepid water with its head above the surface very much like a micro-plesiosaur. The lizard is not more than 6" long, and even though the dish isn't very large it was certainly large enough for the baby to submerge in and emerge loch ness monster-like to frighten my poor dog.
Right now it's in a shoe box to dry out. Why the lizard was in the water is something only the lizard can answer. Hot? Thirsty? Cowabunga? The lizard merely huffs and hisses at me, pokes out its alarming blue tongue and declines to say more. Soon I'll free it into my garden so it can stomp its tiny way to mollusc carnage.
