Category Archives: Maine People
What is ice fishing really about? At Great Pond, it is not just the fish
When winters were fierce, and bonfires were burning tires
The learning will never stop–naturalists graduate
The last installment of my progress as a Maine Master Naturalist, Tier 1. Fireworks end with a grand finale of ear-aching noise and blinding flashes. That is nothing compared to the Maine Master Naturalist finale, Tier One. We followed in the footsteps of Lewis and Clark through field and forest, and then put on […]
Science and Art: A group of naturalists make beautiful bugs
Another installment in my progress as a Maine Master Naturalist Tier 1 student. We are in the home stretch, final assignments are due, and there is some scrambling to finish projects. Nineteen never-say-die aspiring naturalists, who might just possibly all be called over achievers, were given the assignment of building an insect model. We […]
Life behind a nametag: Do you wear your name on your shirt?
Fun with owl pellets, and a motley crew develops naturalist’s wings.
Another installment in my progress as a Maine Master Naturalist Tier 1 student. “Dissect an owl pellet, separate and identify bones, and build and label a skeleton,” was one of the assignments due this week. “Piece of cake,” I thought, remembering seventh grade biology and all the dissections we had done. Earthworms, starfish, some […]
When is the ice safe? Ice-walking in Acadia
Yes, Virginia, there is a small-town American Christmas (or, we find newts in the toilet and Santa is exposed.)
My village, Otter Creek, has an annual Christmas gathering that is part comedy of errors and part a magical suspension of time and personal differences. It is held in the former church, which has lofty ceilings, beadboard walls with old crackly varnish, long windows with colored glass fanlights, and it feels like Christmas even in […]
Fifty shades of yellow OR, I am curious (gray)
A golden glow has taken over the landscape. This is an autumn of intense color—hot pink, burning red, neon chartreuse—but dominating them all are the yellows. Leaves, apples, grass, I saw yellow everywhere I turned. I saw fifty, no, a thousand shades of yellow. I recalled a best seller with a similar title. I had […]