Earlier this week on my way to work I cast my eye skyward to see sunny blue skies with few clouds. The voice on the radio was telling me to expect 1-3 inches of snow later in the day, and even went so far as to predict what time the snow would start falling in my part of the state.

As I tromped through brush and scrambled over downed trees to the edge of a wetland to find a beaver dam the other day, I realized that 1) I felt happy, 2) I didn’t care what time it was, and 3) I was completely engrossed by an intriguing question.

It was troubling to learn about a family of black bears – the mother sow with four cubs dubbed the “Jackson Five”- that were likely compromised by people intentionally feeding them.

Fallen Fruit Fuels A Feast

The season of fallen apples and longer nights has arrived… I’m reaping an unexpected harvest of wildlife photos from this year’s bumper fruit tree crop.