The Outside Story

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…

The Outside Story: Turkey Tail Fungus
The Outside Story
April 6, 2016

The Outside Story: Turkey Tail Fungus

By Meghan McCarthy McPhaul

During my walks through the woods these days, I am often accompanied by curious children. These children, who are my own, notice many things that I often do not, and they are filled with questions. Who made that track? Why does…

The Outside Story: How are caves created?
The Outside Story
March 23, 2016

The Outside Story: How are caves created?

By Susan Shea

To enter the cave, we donned hard hats and descended a vertical drop with the aid of a rope. We crawled on our knees and bellies through a wet, narrow passageway, emerging into a large underground chamber that contained a small lake….

The Outside Story: Weasel “Evel Knievels”
The Outside Story
March 16, 2016

The Outside Story: Weasel “Evel Knievels”

By Elise Tillinghast

My friend Gordon Russell sent me a letter recently describing a wildlife encounter. He had been following deer tracks along a stone wall when a movement caught his attention. “Almost before its image could travel to my brain,” he wrote, “the…