A year or ago we discovered a squatter in our back yard:

We named it Bluey. Yes, it was highly original of us. It lives between the treads of steps built out of slabs of mudstone. From time to time we’ve seen it sunbathing on the rock.

A few weeks ago I noticed my neighbour and some other people hovering outside my house. One of them was holding a lizard that looked a lot like Bluey. I went out and learned that a woman driving dowon our road had spotted it on the road and stopped. An older guy had picked it up and put it in the garden across the road. Magpies were hovering around – they’ll peck out it’s eyes if they can.

It was browner than Bluey, who is very blue-grey. But I was both concerned it was Bluey and would try to cross the road to get home, or that the magpies would get it. So I picked it up and carried it down to the garden bed next to the step where Bluey lives.

A few weeks later, Slinky (our cat) was chirping at the studio window with a little more intensity than usual. I looked out and there they were:

I wonder if there’ll be babies.