Barry Genzlinger is up at 5 a.m. mixing the formula: one part goat’s milk to one part Fox Valley formula. As he feeds one of the pups tiny drops from a graduated syringe and talks about…
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Troubled Waters: Preserving a World-Class Trout Fishery in Maine
The first documented reports surfaced in the mid-1990s, sending waves of concern up and down the chain of Rangeley Lakes in western Maine: smallmouth bass – illegally introduced into…
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.…
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…
Red Spruce Rising
Everyone loves a good comeback story – like Rocky Balboa coming out of retirement and willing his way to victory through sheer grit and determination. Or like Super Bowl champion Kurt…
The Beaver Family of Doolittle Creek
Doolittle Creek is a small stream that meanders through the Fairfield Valley east of Candor, New York. The Doolittle Creek beavers, henceforth known as the beavers, had built a nice dam across…
Waste Not
If we treated municipal waste like the forest products industry treats wood waste, we could probably eliminate landfills – everything would be sold, turned into energy, or reused. Ok,…
A Legacy of Forests and Parks: The Civilian Conservation Corps
"It’s a truss structure with purlins, as well,” said John Medose, looking up at the rafters of the Osmore Pond picnic shelter in Vermont’s Groton State Forest.…
Man and Nature: Bushwhacking to the Source
Man and Nature, published by George Perkins Marsh in 1864, has long been acknowledged as a monument of environmental literature. In 1931 Lewis Mumford memorably called it “the…
Home Burial - Back to the Land, Six Feet Under
Thanksgiving 2015, the first since my husband’s death, we climb the hill to offer him the last cider of the season. Our granddaughter pours the libation around the homemade grave, on…