Badass Ladies are a great investment

For better or worse, this badass lady, Princess Buttercup, makes up 100% of our ultra-concentrated portfolio. It’s been a dream of mine to get a photo of her in the wild. This is my first. She still wouldn’t come as close as her predecessors, but she’s getting bolder each year. Hopefully there will be many more photos to come. She is a very special, badass lady.

If we want to grow our portfolio of precious wild animals in New Jersey, or anywhere for that matter, we need to make the right investments. Fortunately there is no need to get too fancy or too complicated with this. The strategy is really quite simple: invest heavily in badass ladies.

It’s true. It’s backed up by science. In a recent study published in The Journal of Raptor Research, it was shown how hawks literally diversify, balance, and tweak the sex ratio of their portfolios in response to market conditions. If things are booming, they produce more badass ladies. Females are more expensive investments, requiring more resources, but have much bigger payoffs for the overall growth of the population.

My first photo of Westley in the wild. He’s a lot cheaper, of course. Notice how he dangles his bad foot. I’ve just discovered that he also crosses it sometimes in flight. Kathy suggested he may have a bad hip, not a bad foot.

Males on the other hand, sorry to say, are cheap, and not quite as useful in growing populations. So if times are tight, they cut back, and invest more in males.

This is true for lots of different species of animals, and probably true for peregrine too.

The recent tale of The Two Year Olds and The Two Year Olds II: The Three Year Olds told the very true story of the badass lady we are now betting our entire portfolio on: Princess Buttercup.

She is all we have left in Ocean County, making up 100% of our portfolio. She is one of only two badass lady peregrines surviving along all of coastal New Jersey in the aftermath of the devastating bird flu. So when it became clear that she and her cheap (sorry bro, respect the research!) male mate Westley had hatched three chicks this year, it was critical that we cross their moat, storm their tower, breach their castle, and have a look at how they are managing their investments. Because their success or failure will impact our future too.

Our first look. That’s Lady Miss Issy, an expensive badass lady, and her two, cheap, little brothers, Vizzini, & Fezzik, the gentle giant. This was the first time she ever saw someone who was not a peregrine. She came right to the door and tried to grab my face with her foot, and slap me with her wing. Notice how she put herself in focus, and made her brothers all blurry. I think we are looking at a future superstar. Badass.

What we found were two of the sweetest, though cheapest, male peregrine you could hope to meet, and the biggest, baddest, probably most expensive female you could ever imagine. While you may think, using the research, that it might be better to see Princess Buttercup and Westley invest more heavily in females, with maybe two or three, overall, it is a pretty savvy and well balanced portfolio for this young pair.

Speaking of balance, that’s another badass lady, Melissa. Melissa has assumed the role of raptor biologist from Kathy, now that Kathy is Chief and forced to spend more time on Zoom than zooming around New Jersey taking care of all of our most amazing animals while nobody notices. We are investing heavily in Melissa. Here she is showing off her modern, possibly TikTok inspired, peregrine grabbing moves to Kathy. She’s not cheap, but she’s a badass lady.
How badass you ask? This is Melissa’s brand new body art, which was so fresh it was still burning her leg at the banding, which is probably why she was sticking it up in the air like that. Badass. It’s also pretty badass to give me permission to post this.

Remember, Princess Buttercup is such a badass lady that she managed to take over the most important, beautiful, and historic nesting site on the coast. And she’s held it for three years now. So while she is heavily concentrated in her one, badass, lady baby, she could wind up beating the market if she manages to fledge a little mini-me version of herself!

Lady Miss Issy gets banded BN/77. Perfectly poised, perfectly badass.

I really got the sense watching this badass little lady baby that the stakes are raised, and we are looking at a new, beautiful bull market in the falcon sector.

Melissa & Lady Miss Issy discuss their importance to our future, and swap tips on being badass ladies.

And now we know the secret to why New Jersey, despite being one of the most densely populated states in America, has so many thriving wild spaces and such well-cared-for endangered species.

Lady Miss Issy. She really stands out in this portfolio.

It’s because we’ve invested so heavily in our badass ladies. New Jersey Fish & Wildlife’s portfolio of talent is absolutely full of badass ladies. And, apparently, so are our peregrine Igloos (TM)

And of course, the true badass of the badass ladies. The most expensive one of them all. The top holding. The great Kathy Clark. I could go on for hours about how many badass ladies got their start being inspired by Kathy, or how many badass lady raptors got their chance to shine at all because of Kathy’s bottomless dedication and care over the last 40 years. But there is plenty of that on the Readings. Just look at how she holds that cheap little boy Fezzik while everyone else makes a fuss over the badass Lady Miss Issy. And look at how much he loves it. That’s Kathy Clark. That’s badass.

We are so blessed, people. We’ve made great investments, so can look forward to a very bright future.

Badass!

2 responses to “Badass Ladies are a great investment”

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    Anonymous

    Amen to all badass ladies! Great tribute to Kathy and Melissa too. I absolutely love that great tat!!

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      exit63

      badass

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