We had two deer in the back this evening, both smaller than the one we had yesterday. One was quite skinny, and appeared to either be limping or just have very stiff hind legs, almost as though it might have gotten hit by a car. Watching them, the meep said, "do you think that's why he's eating our delicious crab apple leaves? to get his strength up?"
Ricky sometimes likes to get a little feisty in his tank. Once in a while I'll walk into the room to find that instead of his usual, ridiculously lazy self, he has decided to climb up the wall. I can't imagine what he is thinking of his strange glass house. Sometimes I think he dreams of deserts.
He never knew one, but some other bearded dragons, somewhere down his family line, did. Maybe he somehow remembers it.
A little pen and ink Ricky, telling you he'd like to be out in the wild.