Backyard Nature Wednesday: A little backyard porn

I can hardly step into my yard these days without encountering a shameless exhibition like this. A pair of green anoles intent on doing their duty to perpetuate the species.
I find it interesting that, during copulation, the female in the pair assumes a duller color. Sometimes I see pairs where the female is almost brown during this sensitive time. I don't know how to interpret this, or if it really means anything. Maybe it's just a random thing.
But a few minutes after copulation ends, the female begins to regain her brighter green color, just like the male. With any luck, in a few weeks we'll start seeing tiny green anoles, just out of the egg. They'll be joining hundreds of others in my backyard.  

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  1. CarmenMay 21, 2015 at 5:39 PM

    That's interesting and naughty, Dorothy. :-) How do you recognize the eggs?

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    1. Dorothy BordersMay 21, 2015 at 6:01 PM

      They are tiny and usually buried in mulch or leaf litter and I can't say that I've ever actually seen one. The female deposits one egg in each "nest" and sometimes deposits these eggs over several months' time. These are fascinating creatures, among my backyard favorites.

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  2. AlanaMay 23, 2015 at 3:46 PM

    If we ever think about the fact that the flowers we love to see contain parts of a plant's reproductive system - well then, I am in my backyard, reading your blog, just surrounded by all kinds of flower porn, shamelessly on display!

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    1. Dorothy BordersMay 23, 2015 at 3:58 PM

      That's my kind of porn. The garden is a very sexy place!

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  3. JayneMay 25, 2015 at 3:39 PM

    Such behaviour! Right out where anyone can see! Tsk tsk tsk... Gotta love nature :-)

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