Perennially, Dana Wilde writes, questions abound about what our feathered friends are saying as their songs fill woods.
Dana Wilde
Dana Wilde: Maine’s fractal coast
Nature appears to be fractal through and through, mirroring itself at every turn and nook, writes Dana Wilde.
Dana Wilde: Environmental hell to pay
In case you’ve missed it, the Earth is currently undergoing the sixth mass extinction of life forms in the 3.5-billion-year history of life, writes Dana Wilde.
Dana Wilde: The craters of winter
By the beginning of March, there is so much snow plowed up around the yard we feel like we’re living in a crater. From there, it only gets weirder, Dana Wilde writes.
Dana Wilde: A catastrophic decline of insects
Insects face major demise as Earth’s ecosystems crawl toward catastrophe, Dana Wilde writes.
Dana Wilde: Tracks in winter
There are echoes of a whole other world inside the woods, writes Dana Wilde.
Dana Wilde: Cat karma on a Sunday morning
One feline seems to be collecting on past good deeds, while another could be building up a balance to pay off later, Dana Wilde writes.
Dana Wilde: As big storms gather, hope in the woods
Even though the snow-filled woods seem relatively calm and normal this winter, big global climate problems are amassing that need attention, Dana Wilde writes.
Dana Wilde: Backyard winter midnight
Much of what we see in the night sky was also seen by our ancient ancestors, writes Dana Wilde.
Dana Wilde: Conventions of cat names
Inspired by literary figures, fictional characters and ideals, the names of cats don’t always seem to fit but have peculiar ways of working out, Dana Wilde writes.