After sunrise this character moves to a place where he can soak up the suns heat. I suspect this guy has been in the neighborhood about 15 years or so.
We often see him or his compadres on our daily walks as he struts and swaggers along. He waves his floppy dewlap on his neck and nods his head up and down. His tail twitches slowly back and forth giving us the “iguana glare” ever hopeful for a handout.