Orphaned Foxes: the look of a fox – an extract
by Alex Klaushofer This story starts in suburban London. One dark night, I was walking home when I heard a rustling coming from a large pampas grass in a garden...
by Alex Klaushofer This story starts in suburban London. One dark night, I was walking home when I heard a rustling coming from a large pampas grass in a garden...
Bernard Dupont CC BY-SA 2.0 By Mike Shanahan On a moonlit night in southern Africa, a reproductive race is about to begin. The stakes are high but so are the ri...
by Emily Hasler I enter the water on the wide stage of Carbis Bay. I swim out slowly beyond my depth, stop and float on my back as is my habit. It is then I rea...
by Bethan Wood As I stepped out of my car onto my drive, I stood on something that softly cracked and squelched. Looking down I saw the bottom half of a frog – ...
by Marija Smits Saltwater rich in iodine calls to us; it sings to our aeons-old nervous system. It speaks to our cells: it is time. It is time. We see all and s...
by Andrew Painting 2/4/2018 “They’ve made it again, Which means the globe’s still working” Ted Hughes, ‘Swifts’ Six days until the wheatears come ba...
by Katy Ewing 1st December 2017 Tim holds her strongly safe, her struggling surely an instinctual response to being out of her element. She’s already been calme...
by Elizabeth Bernays I am in Gao, Mali, as the only woman member of a British-sponsored interdisciplinary team studying night migration of grasshoppers. From th...
by Kim Steutermann Rogers With their slender wings longer than I am tall, Laysan albatross clock an average of 74,000 air miles a year soaring over the North Pa...
by Thomas Lloyd It had been a dry year. Not the driest within memory, but a dry one nonetheless. The trees had at first thrown out their leaves, greedy to suck ...