Found these two beauties a bit further down the river. Sadly, my mating display failed to win them over, and I had to settle for observing them mating with one another. Still a very productive day.
While one might think that such a happy couple of wild females would have no interest in mating with a man, such powerful pairbonds stimulates their instinct to breed. Many of my own wild daughters were born and reared by couples like these two.
Mating with wild females provides an opportunity for up close observation and photographs, like the one I took of this beauty here. I may be a depraved womanizer, but I am still a scientist.
This stunning lady right here is our wrangler, for dealing with aggressive or territorial wild females. It's less traumatic for them and better optics for us to have a woman do it. Very good optics, I must say.
When sexually frustrated, wild females will hump damn near anything, as this beauty here demonstrates with an abandoned beach toy. Regularly mating with such females relieves this frustration and helps them focus on their continuing survival.
This silly wild female was captured trying to hide. Unfortunately for the female however, the 'bush' she chose to hide behind didn't fully conceal the young wild female
Mating with wild females provides an opportunity for up close observation and photographs, like the one I took of this beauty here. I may be a depraved womanizer, but I am still a scientist.
We fostered this domestic a while back, but unfortunately weren't able to keep her as she and Peppa fought constantly for dominance. Luckily, her forever home isn't far away, and she's always happy to see me when I pop in for a visit.
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.
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.
I mated with this couple last breeding season, but it seems neither became pregnant. Now that they're out of heat, they clearly have no desire to try again, and if anything, seem annoyed with me for having wasted their time.
Due to their lack of verbal abilities, touch is very important to wild females. Here we see a newly wild specimen allowing the dominant female to perform a gentle manual inspection. She starts with the hands, and, well... you can probably guess where it
