Animals

Once, the red wolf roamed every Southern state. Today, only seventeen remain in the wild on a swampy peninsula in Eastern North Carolina, a number on the rise thanks to the passionate team of biologists determined to help them thrive once more

Leslie Charleville uses the Japanese printing method of gyotaku to preserve everything from fish to crabs to, yes, gators

One is rainbow-colored, one looks just like a worm, one is a miniature rattlesnake—all are part of our region’s wild tapestry of life

It’s coyote breeding season, and the adaptable canines are on the move

How well do you know your Southern animals? Choose the correct group name for each of the below

These beautiful and rowdy little guests have descended on the South for the winter

Talk about a chick magnet

These dogs were born and raised to hunt, play, and thrive in the South

These barnyard animals are bred to survive in the South

His name is Lewis, and he’s run onto the field at Vaught-Hemingway Stadium the past two home games. The university landscaping crew brings the theories on his end game.

“I guess the other one said, ‘Hell yeah, if she can do it, I can do it’”

Rather than a farewell to arms, these cats say hello to extra toes. On the Hemingway Home’s sixtieth anniversary, a look at one of the writer’s strangest legacies.

It’s been a good season for nesting, but storms brought extra challenges for hatchlings

The latest saga in South Carolina is part of long tradition of AWOL primates, many of whom are never found

In the lab and in underground caverns, biologists are on a mission to conserve the weird, wondrous life of the Ozarks

The South Carolina feline is thriving after being reunited with his owner and mending fences with his former canine nemesis

Randal Ford’s new book showcases cheeky llamas, elegant horses, shy chickens, and proud pigs

North Carolina just debuted a Venus flytrap plate—the newest in a long line of important funding sources for the Southern wilds

Donna Kalil has plunged into canals in the dead of night, straddled two-hundred-pound serpents, and been bitten more times than she can count—all in the name of killing a thing she loves and playing a game she can’t win

As the winds raged outside, the St. Augustine Alligator Farm had vultures in bathroom stalls, small animals tucked away—and gators where they always are