  Iguanas of The Sanctuary |
Igs Are Not PigsNothing like them, not related, never met most of them. Did meet a few. Two of them lived in the kitchen, where we live, for a short period of time. Strange beasts. Interested in food. Liked the humans after a bit. Not at all interested in laying stretched out in the sun as far as we could tell. We've met a few Rabbits, Rats, Mice, well the list goes on. The point being they are so different from us. Warm blooded creatures they are. Not cold blooded like us.
The Window's Not EnoughThey do not need the warmth of the Sun or his substitutes to bask in to become warm. Here I, Horace, sit on one of the Iguana Shelves lining the walls, connected by branches. You can see the thermometer strip attached to the wall. It advises the humans of the temperature here, something they monitor closely.Though Terri sits here in the window, the glass filters the light of the Sun. Were it a bit later in the day, the window would be open, allowing the Sun's warm Rays to directly embrace her skin. Even this would not be adequate. There are special lights above the 
shelves that send down to us the proper light for those days when the Sun is not here, or the day to cold to allow for the window to be open. Yet we love to move around the kitchen.In fact we love to move around the house. Though the rooms where Rabbits live are not open to us. Why we do not know. Perhaps it is because there is a fear of the salmonella we possibly carry. Perhaps our long tails frighten them. We feel a little nervous around other Animals ourselves. For the most part the three of us, alas poor Ronnie has not had his picture taken yet, stay to ourselves. 
The human has taught us to accept her. She sings to us an Iquana song, declaring our beauty and our ownership of our world. When she sings we know all is well. When she yells at the Fool, or the Dog, she calls one Animal both, so we are not sure which he is, Fool or Dog, we close our eyes so that she can not see us. We have no desire to incur her anger. Never have. Sometimes we even get to go for walks with the human outside. Our life is sweet. Not so much because of the human here. It is the woman who taught her how to care for us who is our human hero. That is Melissa. To know more about us, go and visit Melissa. She knows all about us and all herps. She is an angel. Please come back again. There will be more pictures of us soon.Big Pigs or Little Pigs
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