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The Dazzling Diversity of Birds’ Nests

As spring gives way to summer, the crescendo of birdsong in northern forests, shrublands, and fields begins to fade. Procreation replaces territory establishment and courtship, as the vital…

Gathering Sheep Sorrel

When my daughter was 2 years old, she and I would walk through the winter woods and she learned the trees by their bark. In the spring, she learned the birds by their calls. Throughout the…

Graphic Natural History: The Stench of the Hunt

Carrion is a great place to find insects, especially beetles and flies. Specific insects are attracted to dead animals as they decompose, with a predictable progression of visitors each…

Bike Trails Building Community

A Cross-Border Collaboration Shows the Power of Mountain Biking to Make Small Towns More Resilient In 2005, Taylor Caswell got a call from a logger he had hired to work on the family’s…

1,000 Words

A gray fox kit licks its mother after nursing. Photographer Lisa Lacasse spent three days in June watching this fox family in Quechee, Vermont, as the six kits chased each other and played…

The Bobolink Project

Male bobolinks are among the showiest of grassland birds; their dramatic yellow, white, and black breeding plumage and distinctive call makes them a favorite of birding enthusiasts when they…

Mountain Biking

With nine trail networks across northern New England and southern Quebec, Bike the Borderlands offers destination mountain biking – and the opportunity for local riders to hit the trails…

Editor’s Note

I recently had to have a birch tree removed from just outside my 115-year-old house in Maine. The foundation had shifted, causing the sewer pipes to partially collapse. The tree had to go so…

From the Center

The pileated woodpecker has long been a mascot of Northern Woodlands, so when our staff decided to begin an annual tradition of commissioning a sticker by a northeastern artist, everyone…

Bird Blind

My camera slung like a bandolier, I head out to hunt the hawk, the broad-winged sling-shotting his solitary note over the woods, the one I saw yesterday perched high in a white pine. I imagine…