News from the frontiers of blue butterflies and burgundy damselflies.
Here on Monhegan Island, off Maine's midcoast, I noticed a Philadelphia Vireo this morning — underwater.
Trees speak many languages: their leaves whoosh in summer, their trunks creak in winter. At the onset of spring, however, trees become sounding boards for courtship. Before the thrushes and warblers and sparrows arrive to sing from branches and boughs, woodpeckers kick off the spring chorus with a drum roll.
Today we launched the Vermont Damselfly and Dragonfly Atlas, which allows anyone to report, track, study, discover or simply enjoy these charismatic insects.
If nature blogs were as rhapsodic as BuzzFeed and other clickbait, they might read something like these.
Spring erupts from Specked Alder.
Here in Montpelier this morning, we've got snow and poetry. Poem City begins today.
On this day with roughly 12 hours of daylight and 12 hours of darkness, I bring you two insects.
A butterfly slide show to join the odd winter warmth on the way here in New England.