I saw this anole down at Honokohau Harbor in Kailua Kona. It was asserting its rights to a patch of territory there, though it didn’t look particularly promising as far as harboring much in the way of food. It’s also an area that tends to be thick with house sparrows, hanging around to snag leftover French fries at the Harbor House restaurant, which is where these photos were taken from.
This Green Anole looked very suspicious about having someone sneaking up behind and taking photos.
I had to go back more than a week to find my last photo for Bushboy’s Last on the Card photo challenge (see more responses here). It might not be the last photo I took, but it is the last I saved, and I’d already processed it for posting later this week. There’s really not much difference between the original (above) and the adjusted version (below). I cropped the photo a bit and lightened the shadows a bit to bring out the anole more, but it works pretty well even without that.
A brown anole scans the scene on the Kona shoreline.
A pair of green anoles mate on the rough bark of a mango tree. During mating, the male bites into the skin on the back of the female’s neck and keeps a firm grip throughout.
Posted in response to Becky’s July Squares challenge theme of ‘Trees.’ See more responses here.
I noticed something on the cane grass, with a strange shape and some kind of long beak. I wondered if it was a new bird, but then saw it bobbing its head up and down and puffing out the dewlap at its neck. It was a green anole and it was shedding. The ‘beak’ was a chunk of old skin sticking out.
By the time I got my camera, the ‘beak’ was gone, but there were still areas around the head to be dislodged. Sometimes it can take quite a while to remove the last bits and pieces. This anole moved on to complete the job in a bit more privacy.
This green anole looked very suspicious when I sneaked up behind it to take its photo.
A green anole defends its territory in a hedge from an encroaching photographer. A typical display involves a lot of head bobbing and extending of the anole’s dewlap. If the intruder is another anole, the defender might rush the other one, though in my experience, they rarely end up fighting.
When I’m the intruder, the anoles usually have a similar expression to this one, a sort of benign resignation.
Graham's Island 