The Outside Story

The Outside Story: Return of the bald eagle
The Outside Story
June 16, 2016

The Outside Story: Return of the bald eagle

By Michael J. Caduto To the delight of all who revel in the grace and beauty of nature, bald eagles are soaring above New England in numbers unseen for over a century. We’ve come a long way since the days when poor farming and logging…

The Outside Story: Lady’s-slipper season
The Outside Story
June 9, 2016

The Outside Story: Lady’s-slipper season

By Susan Shea

I’ll never forget my first encounter with lady’s-slippers. While hiking the Long Trail in southern Vermont one June, we camped near a remote pond. Our tent site beneath an evergreen canopy was surrounded by the flowers. Each hung from a stalk that…

The Outside Story: Angry birds
The Outside Story
May 26, 2016

The Outside Story: Angry birds

By Carolyn Lorié

One morning in mid-March, I opened the door to discover a dark-eyed junco frenetically battling another bird. Or at least it thought it was another bird. His nemesis was, in fact, his own reflection in the stainless-steel chimney of my woodstove. The…

The Outside Story: Smelling with a forked tongue
The Outside Story
May 23, 2016

The Outside Story: Smelling with a forked tongue

 

By Laurie Morrissey

Did you ever use your hands to scoop the air toward your nose when someone takes a pie out of the oven? Snakes are doing the same thing when they flick their forked tongues.

“They are manipulating the air, bringing chemicals…

The Outside Story: Molting season
The Outside Story
April 27, 2016

The Outside Story: Molting season

By Joe Rankin

“Boy, he’s really red! I don’t think I’ve ever seen them that red before,” my wife said admiringly of a male purple finch crunching sunflower seeds at the feeder. He was a nice burgundy. The male goldfinches were getting yellower, but still…

The Outside Story: How loons winter
The Outside Story
April 13, 2016

The Outside Story: How loons winter

By Tiffany Soukup

When I was a child, I looked forward to spending summers with my grandmother at our family cottage on a Canadian lake. Every year, as soon as I was out of the car, we would run to the point to look and…