Olive Sprouts

The lizard survived. But it had to be photographed first, to prove its existence to posterity.
I tried to take its picture with Joshua lying in the grass and the lizard in his hands, but the lizard would escape, terrified, from the hands that caught him. He would leap out and try to run through the grass, which is like me trying to run in thigh deep water. He made very little progress and I would catch him again as gently as I could. Then I put him on Joshua's head. The pale, translucent skin of the lizard showed up very well against his dark brown hair. Hopefully the snap will turn out well. One's first lizard must be properly documented!