So I'm outside yesterday putzing around the yard. I hear a commotion and look up to see my hen Mahalo racing in circles with something in her mouth. Behind her follows 3 other excited birds. So curiosity gets the best of me so I go over to see what she's found. I glimpse legs so now I'm even more curious, hoping all the while it's not a mouse. As I get closer I see it's some lizard like thing so I go into panic mode thinking it could be a newt and knowing they are poisonous. I grab the first weapon I can find, a stick, not for the bird but hoping I can startle her to drop it. So there I am wielding a stick looking very neanderthal-ish and thanking the lord for the hundredth time that we don't have neighbors. She loses it for only a few seconds and Mr. Reptile makes a dash, but completely in vain, but enough that I can clearly see it isn't a newt but just a regular lizard. Long story short, I know I've never told a short story in my life!!, Mr. Lizard gets to be lunch, I'm nauseous, oh and out of breath because let's be real I don't run unless I have to or lives are on the line.
Sorry I'm not a great photographer
they amazingly suffered no ill effects.
