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In the winter, there are no saurians to be seen. How do they last so long under the snow and ice? What fantastic metabolisms. Meanwhile, wolves and arctic foxes roam above their heads, as far south as Arizona...


This was originally the Exterminating Angel Garden page; a couple of those posts can be seen below. The last post, depicting the garden's near-destruction in a flood, and my heroic ditch-digging, was unfortunately lost due to an administrative error.

And, to be honest, how excited can one be about ditches, or about vegetables? Very excited, if one is growing and consuming the vegetables. But for the average reader, one lettuce - or one website devoted to lettuces - is very like another. Visually, by far the most interesting things to show up in the garden have been the various lizards -

- hence this section's re-branding, as the Lizard Garden. Henceforth, here will be pictures of local lizards. (Those interested in Exterminating Angel matters should visit that excellent site!)


The Sagebrush Lizard seems to be our most common reptile. (The Lizard Garden is located in Southern Oregon, west of the Cascades)

Fig. 1 depicts a fine example of sceloporus graciosus with characteristic stripes along the sides. Most of ours are less than three inches in what herpetologists call snout-vent length. Including tail, they can be almost six inches. Sometimes tails are lost to birds.

Fig. 2 shows a pair of Western Fence Lizards, sceloporus occidentalis. These are a bit bigger, and in this case fatter, than the Sagebrush Lizards. These are probably older lizards, grown dark with age and experience.

Fig. 3 Stumpy, a plucky lizard currently re-growing his tail. I believe Stumpy to be a Fence Lizard on account of his turquoise sides and throat. According to Reptiles of the Northwest by Alan St. John (Lone Pine 2002), male Sagebrush Lizards may have blue sides, but they lack the solid turquoise-blue throat exhibited by Stumpy in the following picture.

Fig 4. Stumpy sings. Based on this limited acquaintance, would you call Stumpy occidentalis, or graciosus?




The illustration below - taken in March or April - in no way suggests the Exterminating Angel Garden as it turned out this year: peas were particularly successful, likewise tomatoes, potatoes, and lettuce. Peppers and cabbages also did well later in the season, and we still have beets, turnips and taters in the ground.Now the garden has been planted with red clover as an autumn, nitrate-generating crop. A huge quantity of chicken manure will be dumped on the beds in November. The fence, mentioned in the last article, has been successful, as has a DEER-X plastic fence surrounding the Extang auxiliary garden. Squirrels and moles have attacked both gardens, but no deer have got into it. Apologies to any deer shot as a result of my exhortations.


The Extang Garden, in April 2005



As the pictures show, a substantial fence has gone up around the Exterminating Angel Garden. Not one of those weeny wire fences, but a massive, over-engineered fence, most of it made of galvanized metal. It was originally bought by one of our neighbours as a dog run to contain her two large dogs. Then one of the dogs disappeared (presumed stolen), and she moved to town. The purpose of the fencing being no more, she sold it to Extang Horticulture Co. The purpose of the fence is to keep out deer. From the look of the contents of the Extang Garden (in the photos only peas and lettuce are visible) you might think it wasn't worth it, but in time more stuff will appear. Purple potatoes, raspberries (maybe), carrots, cabbages, beetroots, broccoli - ah, my pretty ones! All of which could be erased in a half hour by an invasion of deer. You may think that deer are sweet animals, like in that movie BAMBI, and that only Cruel Hunters like to kill them. I used to think this, too. I couldn't even bear the thought of cruelty to hamburgers, so I became a vegetarian. But even vegetarians have to eat something, and when, at the end of last summer, the deer finally found my garden and consumed half of it, my love of the sweet, photogenic animals quickly waned. Now Stalag 17 has been erected around the front garden, and they'd better stay out of the back (that, though, is full of garlic, which, supposedly, deer don't like). And I look forward to hunting season, the sound of gunfire, and the cries of orphaned deer-whelps! Way to go, Cruel Hunters! They went that-a-way!

Fruits of the Garden

auxiliary lizard garden