Yesterday I went back to Tintamarre for a second expedition in search of the elusive skink. I spent a lot of time looking at old stone walls and I actually did see a skink for about one second before it ran back into the wall, but no photos of it.
Of course, I did see plenty of other great stuff. When I stepped into the old Van Romondt farm house for a moment, an American kestrel followed me in. I thought, “Kestrel spirit, have you come to guide me to my lizard?” Nope, he just flew away.
