Parts of the arid West are so biologically different than the temperate East that they seem like they’re on a different planet. Even places that sound like they should be familiar – a…
Wood Sorrels
Many people who profess to know nothing about wild plants forget that they enjoyed eating wood sorrel (Oxalis spp.) greens as children. It’s a common childhood experience and I can think of no…
Birds in Focus: Birds on the Defensive
As a birder for nearly 60 years, I’ve managed to enrage a few nesting birds. Arctic terns in New Brunswick once drew blood from my scalp. Canada geese in Ohio charged and hissed at me. And a…
Field Work: At Work Battling Invasives with Jeff Taylor
The first time that invasive plant specialist Jeff Taylor laid eyes on the Mink Brook Nature Preserve in Hanover, New Hampshire, he didn’t want the job. “I couldn’t even see the…
1,000 Words
Located in the scenic foothills of northwest Connecticut, Enders Falls is a unique, quarter-mile-long chain of five waterfalls and associated pools, ledges, and gorges. The waterfalls are the main…
Return of the Eagle
To the delight of all who revel in the grace and beauty of nature, bald eagles are soaring above New England in numbers unseen for over a century. We’ve come a long way since the days when poor…
Gonzo Goshawks
I am walking backwards in the woods, wearing a bicycle helmet, and experiencing an intense surge of cowardice. In one of my hands is a stick. On top of that stick, held aloft like a knightly pennant,…
May 2016
From a den full of fox kits to fledgling owls, a common theme of your May photos was young life in the woods. Turtles basked, birds showed off their mating plumage, and a swarm of hot bees cooled off…
Weed Wars: A Battle Against Poison Parsnip
Our dying orchard was demolished during a frigid February storm that exposed the earth’s bones. My daughter, who had studied environmental science in college, suggested we not worry. Nature, she…
Lady’s Slipper Season
I’ll never forget my first encounter with lady’s slippers. While hiking the Long Trail in southern Vermont one June, we camped near a remote pond. Our tent site beneath an evergreen canopy…
Spring Excavations: Pileated Woodpeckers
Wuk-wuk-wuk-wuk! With a rattling call, a large bird took off from a tree and flew in an undulating fashion across our field towards the woods. It was black and the size of a crow, but flashes of white…
Lawn Flower Mystery
It’s the beginning of another mowing season, and green is only one of many colors found on most rural lawns. While yellow dandelions are seemingly everywhere, these small white and purple flowers…
A New Home and New Hope For Chestnuts
It was a gray May day, and at the town forest in Fairlee, Vermont, a patchcut hummed with industrious students and volunteers. At the base of the hill teenagers plucked trees off a car-trailer, the 5-…
Strut On Lonely Dancer
May is turkey season in the Northeast, a time when the sight and sound of a strutting tom is sure to stir a bird hunter’s heart. In this series of photos, a hot tom dances with himself. He…
Thirty-Eight: Salvaging Lumber in the Wake of New England’s Most Damaging Storm
To call the hurricane that pummeled the Northeast on September 21, 1938, “New England’s Katrina” might be to understate its power. Without warning, the storm plowed into Long Island…
Outdoor Palette: Gabriel Tempesta
Gabriel Tempesta’s home and studio are perched high on the edge of a Vermont meadow, overlooking rolling forests and fields. This sublime location is reflected in his artist’s statement:…
From the Center
On summer evenings, Sam Jaffe has a tendency to loiter in gas station parking lots. This behavior has resulted in a continued acquaintance with the local police. Fortunately, he has the perfect…
Angry Birds
One morning in mid-March, I opened the door to discover a dark-eyed junco frenetically battling another bird. Or at least it thought it was another bird. His nemesis was, in fact, his own reflection…
How to Raise a Wild Child: The Art and Science of Falling in Love with Nature
I’ll never forget the day I learned that certain bees nest on the ground. At nine years old, I was the self appointed neighborhood nature guide. One summer, as we entered the woods, a bunch of…