I guess we all have habits, rituals that create a protective comfort bubble within which to feel safe.
Here is one of mine: As soon as practical after arriving in Cape Town, I pay my chameleons a visit with my cameras. They live in four specific trees in a Constantia green belt and have been there as long as I have visited, almost seven years now. I have rarely seen them anywhere else, but on that spot, regular as clockwork, I normally find five to twelve of them within a fifteen meter radius.
Those of you who have been reading this blog for a while and do not necessarily care for small critters will probably deflate a bit right now. I apologize. Part of my ritual consists of posting pictures of said ritual.
So here they are. Cape Dwarf chameleons. Cute. Normal. Green*.
* Only francophones who were around in the seventies will get that one, maybe…
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