Jessica Snyder is a state and federally licensed falconer who works in Woodstock, Vermont. Jessica has taught at New England Falconry for more than 10 years and has worked with birds of prey for more…
Holding Space for Songbirds
One of the great joys of early May in the Northeast is the dawn-break aubade of songbirds returning to summer habitats or passing through to their nesting grounds in higher latitudes. Mornings that…
In the Wilds of New York City with Ryan Mandelbaum
Ryan Mandelbaum is a science writer, naturalist, and birder living in New York City. They write a monthly newsletter dedicated to birds and wildlife in the city and wrote the book Wild NYC, a guide to…
Speckled Eggs
Reader Will Durkin found these eggs on the ground of an open field in Waterford, Vermont. What animal laid them?
May: Week One
This week in the woods marks the waning days of some of our earliest-blooming spring ephemerals. The region has two spring beauty species – Carolina spring beauty (Claytonia caroliniana, with…
Wild Oats: A Bashful Bellwort for Spring
On a recent walk through a woodland strewn with underfoot color, my rapt gaze floated, like a bumblebee queen on her first foray after winter, from trout lilies to trilliums to spring beauties, all…
April: Week Four
This week in the woods, we continue through the period between the loss of snow cover and the canopy closing. In this window, before light becomes too limited, spring ephemerals can complete their…
Spring’s Late Riser: The Meadow Jumping Mouse
Spring is often portrayed as the season of rebirth, and for many organisms it is. But spring is also the season of reawakening for those species that spend the winter in some form of hibernation or…
Busy in the Woods with Ernest Carle
Forester Ernest Carle is a graduate of University of Maine and worked at Georgia-Pacific, Domtar, and Woodland Pulp for most of his career, before transitioning to working with the Passamaquoddy tribe…
April: Week Three
This week in the woods, male wild turkeys continue to put on breeding displays for females, with dramatic, attention-getting gobbles, postures, and color changes. With their gobbling, the toms attract…
March 2026
When photos of colorful skunk cabbage and perky woodcock roll in, we know it’s somewhere between winter and spring. Signs of both seasons appear at once: an undeterred goldfinch, submitted by…
Who Chewed?
Reader John Roberts found this gnawed-on tree while walking in the woods in Cornwall, Vermont. What creature caused this damage?
Vernal Dam Hypothesis: Spring Ephemerals and the Forest
Every year I know that spring has arrived when it’s time for my family to forage for ramps on a two-acre patch on the hill above my house. We have just a few weeks to enjoy their spiciness…
Tending Trees with Bill Hull
Bill Hull is the founder of Hull Forest Products in Connecticut, a forestry and milling business that he incorporated in 1970. Starting out at the small sawmill in his father’s backyard, Hull…
Tiny Smile
We found this twig with fuzzy buds and distinctive smiley face bud scars in rich, rocky woods. What tree species is this from?
Hidden Highlights of Mud Season: Paddling Floodplain Forests
By early April I start to get impatient for full-blown spring. I’m ready for the treetops to be full of warblers and the understory to be crowded with blooming flowers. But when mud season…
April: Week Two
This week in the woods, turkey vultures have soared, trout lily leaves have started to poke up, song sparrows have been singing, and aspen and red maple have flowered. This caddisfly larva –…
Why Did the Frog Cross the Road?
In spring, when temperatures rise above 40 degrees Fahrenheit and usher in gentle rains, a plethora of life emerges from the forest. Last year, I went out on such a night to catch the spring migration…
April: Week One
This week in the woods, north-facing slopes still hold some snow cover, but rising temperatures have melted almost all snow on many south-facing slopes. If they haven’t already, the first spring…
Cellar Holes and Old Foundations
As I kneel digging in the dirt of the gently collapsing stone foundation, birds singing, knees aching, and dirt permanently embedded under my fingernails, I try to imagine life here in Vershire,…