Earlier this week I rescued a small helpless chameleon from the swimming pool... I picked it up gently and it clung to my finger for a while.
I then put it on the end of a branch of the mulberry tree in the garden... and just watched it for a while. It just sat there, drying I suppose. So gentle, so fragile.
I walked over to the pool again, and watched in horror as a starling swooped down and grabbed the little chameleon... then fly up onto the neighbours roof and proceed to beat the thing to death by repeatedly slamming against the roof tiles with its beak... waiting a while, picking it up and repeating the process. It did this until it was certain it was dead... then flew off and left the little green lifeless body on the roof.
I wanted to cry
