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WILDLIFE
The strange, beautiful lizard at the bottom of the world
A cold wind whips through the mānuka as James Reardon, a Department of Conservation herpetologist, hurries up a ridgeline on southern Rakiura. Abruptly, he stops. In front of him on the track is a puddle, and poking out from the water is the head of a gecko. Reardon can see its looping herringbone patterning, ellipses of chocolate brown on the orange head, tracings of lime and white. It’s a harlequin gecko, sitting perfectly still and almost completely submerged. Reardon watches the gecko, baffled, as the southerly wind tears at his parka. It doesn’t seem the kind of day for a lizard to be out at all, let alone sitting in water. The gecko watches him with golden eyes. After a while, Reardon heads on up the track for the afternoon’s work. Five hours later, he comes back down the track. And in the puddle, in the same position, is the gecko. He watches it, worried it may be injured, but it’s breathing fine, if rather slowly. Reardon carries on to the hut, makes a coffee and grabs his camera, then returns to check on the gecko. This time, it’s gone. “I assumed the poor little thing would be moving slowly, because it was so, so cold,” says Reardon. He had a look in mānuka nearby, but no sign. He scurried back to the bivvy. Most geckos live in the tropics, or nearby—latitude matters, because lizards get their warmth from the environment rather than generating their own. The harlequin gecko is an outlier. It’s one of the most southerly-living geckos in the world. “The environment they live in looks nothing like what you’d expect a gecko to live in; it’s extremely harsh and exposed,” says Reardon. Temperatures on Rakiura are often in the single digits; the hillsides where the geckos live can get as cold as minus 10 degrees. Sunshine hours are low, and rainfall is high. “They’re just remarkable in every respect,” says Reardon, “The species is a real enigma.” To be surviving here, the geckos must be doing something differently. Keep reading...
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