Bryan's Posts About Butterflies

What’s Next: Green Alert

The slow-motion spring across the northern forest now moves into a season of diversity, abundance and flight.

Sex and Mayhem in a Pond

If you ever needed proof that females bear the worst when it comes to reproduction, here it is: Wood Frog amplexus. This is not murder and mayhem. It is mayhem and mating. We’ve got the video.

What’s Next – Earth Day Edition

An Earth Day Weekend celebration of what’s flying or simply growing here in the American Southeast, plus what’s next in the north.

What’s Next – Early April

Although snow still covers the hills of my home state of Vermont, I’m here in the Southeast to assure you that fifty shades of red are in your future before much of the green breaks out.

What’s Next – Late March

Despite today’s snowstorm here in northern New England, the first wave of migrating birds arrived with the warmth last week. Here’s your latest edition of What’s Next this spring.

What’s Next – Mid March

The birds and butterflies in your future this mid March as warm air brings about new flight in our woodlands and backyards.

Extinction and other Matters of Life and Death and Insects

Perspectives on the “insect apocalypse” and what we might do about it.

Insects and Us: Our Shared Fate

Now that the fate of insects is being described in apocalyptic terms, I’ll be helping to make some sense of it all live on Thursday, February 21, at noon on Vermont Public Radio. 

The Year in Flight

From tropical rainforests to northern bogs, a year of flying things on display for you in a span of 60 seconds.

What’s This? No. 32

What’s wrong with this puzzle? Lots. Among the 79 butterflies depicted in this otherwise lovely portrait, I’ve found no fewer than 14 errors.

Butterflies and Joy

Two hundred orange butterflies in a meadow of purple wildflowers — next to the ocean. It reminds me to slow down, lose the gadgets and find the joy.

Monhegan Migration Report No. 3

Migrate or die. Such is the fate of Monarchs here on Monhegan Island. But where do these Monarchs — 12 miles out to sea in the Gulf of Maine — spend the winter? I report from this Atlantic outpost.