Mark Baker’s friends call him Birdman, and it’s easy to see why. There’s the alertness in his dark eyes, his baseball cap with a bald eagle embroidered on its crown, and the…
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1,000 Words
Photographer Chris Mazzarella loves to capture the moment of nature in his photography, and the dispersal of cattail paracute seeds offered him the perfect opportunity to do this. "I took…
Woods Whys: A Sawyer’s Lament
We milled a bunch of beautiful-looking white pine logs the other day and found that many boards had red rot in them. Can you tell me more about red rot? Red rot is the local name for a common…
Birds in Focus: Fat, Flight, and Fitness in a Blackpoll Warbler
Two wings and a prayer will carry a blackpoll warbler on a remarkable journey to South America this autumn. Well, two wings, a prayer, and the energy packed into a scoop of Ben &…
Where’s the Peak? How Weather and Climate Affected Last Fall’s Foliage
“Excuse me. Is this . . . the peak?” This query, from a perplexed tourist whose family had traveled from Italy to enjoy New England’s world-renowned foliage last fall,…
On the Lookout: A History of Fire Towers in the Northeast
Anyone in Maine who was paying attention knew that by the end of September 1947, a forest fire was likely. There had been almost no rain during the previous 10 weeks of high summer.…
Whole-House Heating With Wood Pellets
Renewable Energy with the Convenience of Fossil Fuel It’s a scene you’ve undoubtedly witnessed many times: a fuel truck lumbers up to a house, the driver attaches a hose to the…
Tracking Tips: Breakfast in Bed
Fresh tracks frozen in the November snowpack reveal where, earlier this morning, a doe and two fawns browsed on raspberry canes, red maple stump suckers, and selected mushrooms. Following…
Editor’s Note
The opposite of love is not hate, it’s apathy. The opposite of a republican is not a democrat, it’s an anarchist. The opposite of a beef farmer is not a vegan, but rather someone…
Why Regulated Trapping Still Has a Place in the 21st Century
Along the apple’s aged bole, fall rains had tamped the burst of feathers between flattened riparian grass, but the white dots on black were unmistakable. “Downy,” my pop…