Spring usually unfolds slowly, carefully, like the wings of a monarch butterfly as it labors into its new life after escaping its pupa. This year, spring exploded, like the seeds of a ...

Off in the distances I can hear the familiar scream-like call of a blue jay. The sound pierces through the yellow and orange autumn maple leaves on a crisp blue sky day. I sit enjoying the sunshine, ...

Driving on Vermont’s interstate highways in winter, I often notice large hawks perched in trees on woodland edges at regular intervals along the road. With the stark landscape providing better ...