Earlier this year, in February, I sat in office hours skeptically listening to my environmental history professor predict campus shut-downs and widespread event cancellations due to COVID-19. COVID’s landfall in the United States had just been announced, though it...
As you drive down your neighborhood, do you notice your neighbors’ yards? Are their lawns freshly mowed, lush and immaculate? Are their houses surrounded by clusters of flowers and bushes? Do you notice a butterfly garden in their backyards? Any birdhouses in sight? Do...
I admit to serious angst accompanying this issue's editorial. Spinning through my head was Charles Dicken's opening lines of the Tale of Two Cities. "It was the best of times it the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epo...
On a mid-winter walk with my wife Nancy, we followed a favorite trail overlooking a small lake near our home. We perched on a log seat enjoying the warm sun with a hint of March on our faces. It felt like it was time for renewal and a chance to observe some new cr...
One of my favorite parts of my job at Drumlin Farm has always been working with our captive, rehabilitated native wildlife. I always find that the students are very focused and attentive when wildlife are involved. When appropriate we also bring ”habitat in a bag” for...
