Bees, our Much-needed Friends
by Gill McEvoy It is quite common to see bumble bees out foraging quite late in the evening, even in cooler weather, long after the honey bee has retired to the...
Category: Issue 9
Prairie Dog
by Tricia Orr In your red clay chamber, you lift your velvet pincushion of an ear – what do you hear? Biologists have recorded you. If I wear blue your alarm ca...
Eavesdropping on Nature
by Amy Fletcher Only the mountain has lived long enough to listen objectively to the howl of a wolf. – Aldo Leopold, 1949 The twentieth century could be exubera...
Spinal Tap
by Kathy Miles He’s a motley, a bag of pick-and-mix. Black and white bullseyes, caramel, a splash of raspberry ruffle under his tail. He’s drumming ...
Hushed, arthritic tread: The Peregrine and health
by Miranda Cichy I remember precisely what drew to me to J. A. Baker’s The Peregrine (1967), in an undergraduate lecture over a decade ago. The lecturer w...
Golden Eagle
by Garry MacKenzie Ravens have him out of his depth, daring collisions until he’s forced to break his soar. They tumble him round the cliffs and out of sight: I...
Shallow Names
by David Lukas When we look out at the natural world around us it might feel like everything is known, or at the very least that everything is named. And while ...
Dung Beetle
by Ann Drysdale Here he comes, dribbling singlemindedly, concentrating, keeping control of the ball. And there he goes down the wing, the wing actual, the wing ...
In the Eyes of a Wolf
by James Roberts I remember an encyclopaedia of animals with a green cover, faded gold lettering, a loose spine cracked at each end, the pages bent at the corne...