They eye me warily, then nod. I nod back.
None of us move.
They maintain their positions. On the concrete. In the tree. Faces dark and defiant. Watching.
Each side waiting for the other to yield. But it’s not happening.
Two of them have similar injuries — likely from earlier skirmishes. I don’t want to inflict more.
Finally, reluctantly, I step forward. Cautiously.
My patio lizards so dislike being disturbed when they’re sunbathing.