Spokesbirds for the Spokesbirds
by Katie Fallon I sat cross-legged on the pea-gravel floor of the enclosure, as still as stone, half of a dead mouse resting in my outstretched palm. Lew th...
Category: Essays
Warts and All
by Jessica Groenendijk I am passionate about cats. I admire their fluid grace and their shape pleases me. Not for me the slavish neediness of dogs, I prefer the...
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...
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...
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 ...
Day Nineteen
by Gina Bright Day One All six eyes fixed on him after he turned on the lights. They trusted him in spite of his masked face. “Good morning, little cancer fight...
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...
Athletes or Anarchists: how the misunderstanding between humans and horses makes their domestication possible
by Susanna Forrest “People say to me about their horses, ‘he doesn’t want to work.’ Bloody hell, horses aren’t born with a Protest...
Beavers are Fluminists
by Ginny Battson. Spring 2005, and I peer through my living room window to check the weather. It’s looking good, the sun is out. My husband has left for a...
Pugnacious Beasts
by Andrea Lani One morning I held a snapping turtle in my hands. Her shell was the size of a dinner plate, oblong and slick with a coating of greenish-black alg...