Here are more pictures from our magnificent day "herping" (looking for reptiles and amphibians) with the marvellous Roger in the Sonoran Desert. He showed us how to use a mirror to reflect light into dark holes under rocks and such, making it easier to spot snoozing herpetological creatures!
Here is Gordon with his make-up mirror. I mean, his manly venomous snake mirror:
You find lots of things in the desert. We were convinced this was a giant salt lick for range cows...
...until I went up and touched it. Styrofoam!
And this is Roger's photo of me with Tarzan the Gila Monster. Tarzan has a radio transmitter implanted inside him. We released him after the photo session...
Is he not a very handsome specimen?
And here is Roger's photo of Tarzan in a palo verde tree. Tarzan got his name because of his preferred hangout!
Later in the day, from the backseat of Roger's pick-up truck, Gordon spotted this:
Another Gila!! I still don't know how the hell he saw it. Gordon will tell you that my nickname for him (one of many) is Captain Oblivious.
Run, little Gila, cuz Roger's comin' after you with the snake hook thing!
Nabbed by the lightning-fast Roger.
Ooooo! Look at those fangs! Venomous sharp toothies! You wouldn't want this guy latching on to your flesh.
With instructions from Roger, Gordon was able to hold young Mr. (or Miss) Gila.
What a beauty!
We released this one and went on our way to see range cows. I was surprised at all the cows roaming the desert. They really do quite a lot of damage but I guess the cattlemen's lobby is stronger than the tree-huggers' one.
It was extremely nice of Roger to take me on a cattle-viewing tour, since I know he prefers his cow medium rare on a plate.
And we had a stare-off with a bull blocking the road.
The bull backed down. No one messes with Roger. Not even boy-cows with very large, ahem, packages.
Gordon was an expert gate opener and closer, well, except for the first time when he closed himself in on the wrong side of the gate!
The end of a wonderful day. We both felt lucky to be able to go out in the desert with Roger, who is not only extremely knowledgeable about desert flora and fauna, but also supplies beer (Dos Equis with fresh limes!) and burritos, not to mention Advil gel-caps for wimpy Canadian girls who get headaches from too much sun. We love you, Roger!