Each Fall I'm sent deep into the park to breed some of the more reclusive wild females. I found this beauty here squatting in this abandoned building, and judging by her stunned reaction, I wouldn't be surprised if I was the first man she's ever seen.
I'm sometimes asked if I joined the Department of Wild Female Sexuality and Procreation because I was a pervert, or if it was the job that turned me into a pervert. My answer? Yes.
Our trail cameras caught a tall blonde wading through this pool. While her eyes are focused on the water, searching for prey, you can tell that she is not actively hunting. It would be difficult for her to strike quickly when standing – if she was hunt
The offshore barrier islands that this female calls home have few trees, so driftwood is a valuable commodity. She will drag this branch back to her nest, and wedge it in place to provide shelter from the wind, rain, and sun
This beach female fell asleep on the beach during low tide. Awoken by the returning waters wetting her sensitive underside, the female must now hurry to shore if she doesn't want to find herself trapped on this sand bank by the tide.
Update: The contemplative female joined up with her pride, who still seem just as unsure about mating with me. These are likely all wild born, and wary of men. Perhaps they'll be more receptive to me come mating season in a few weeks.
This female nests on the bluffs overlooking a lake. Every morning, she sits at the edge, sunning herself and carefully inspecting the lake. We don’t know exactly what she is looking for, but she always manages to head to the area of the lake where the
Fit and confident females like this beauty are a high priority for our breeding program, to ensure the next generation of wild females is well-suited to their lifestyle. It's a bit more work for me though, but I'm hardly in a position to complain.
