Urban wildlife viewing

Sitting in the living room in Tucson.
Peggie sees a collared lizard on the garage wall. Big. Dark. Maybe a foot long from nose to tail. Nearly black on the tan wall. What is he doing? Why climb a wall? He freezes in place a third of the way up. Cocks his head to the left. A minute. Two. He speeds two feet further up. Freezes. Cocks his head to the left.
I am standing at the window. Movement catches my eye. The lantana is in bloom. Cheddar colored flowers cover the 20 or so square feet of the plant. Bees and other insects, small, quick, unidentifiable are buzzing all around. That isn't the movement that caught my eye. There. A fence lizard jumps to a new rock. Small. Lighter gray, perhaps four inches nose to tail. He does a push up. Is the rock to hot to touch the belly to? It is 8:00 a.m. His head moves side to side. Is he hunting the flying insects? Something else is there. On the rocks of the faux dry stream. It is a mourning dove. Still but for a blinking eye. I didn't see it fly in, so it has been there all along. The same color as the rocks. The shadow of the garage just shades it.
The collared lizard spins around, head down, but raised to look out over the yard. There is movement in the lantana. Flowers are bobbing back and forth. It is another fence lizard running across the blossoms. Smaller. Maybe three inches in length. It jumps onto the rocks. The sun touches the dove's head. It takes a step, looks around as if surprised into wakefulness. Flies away. The collared lizard on the wall dashes sideways to the corner by the street. Freezes. Head raised, cocked left. (down) The first fence lizard moves jerkily, jumping from one softball-sized rock to another. Under the shade of the plant. Rests. The second one moves quickly into the growth of another nearby plant. The collared lizard comes off the wall and runs around the corner out of sight.
Nothing to see here, folks. The excitement is over, move along. Okay. I go get a glass of water. Come back.
Check out the yard.
There is a smaller (8 inches) collared lizard on the rock where the first fence lizard first sat. He moves. Too quick to see. He takes a bite of a cheddar blossom. Another. Half the flower consumed. Quickly turns left. Two leaps and he is gone behind one of the bigger boulders.
The neighbors' cat walks languidly from under our truck, crosses the street to sit in the shade of a car there.
Urban wildlife on the small scale. Fifteen minutes well spent.