The Forest Society's mission includes conserving land that supports New Hampshire's native animals and plants, so that wildlife remains a part of our everyday world. Visit this page to explore stories, projects and stewardship related to wildlife and habitat.
On bitter-cold January nights, water trapped beneath tree bark expands and freezes with an audible “pop!” Sub-zero temperatures rupture tiny tubes comprising the “xylem” layer which is arranged like bundles of microscopic drinking straws, the innermost ring of tubes in the sapwood. That audible …
By September, forests are bone dry. Brushy unmowed fields and woodland edges are cloaked in goldenrod, Queen Anne’s lace and woodland asters. When dusty leaves of poison ivy and wild grape vines display the first crimson or gold tinges of autumn, underground “yellow-jacket” hornet nests reach …
"How come we never seem to see many animals when we’re hiking?”
It’s a familiar lament from those who wish to get more out of precious free time enjoying the peace of the forest and freedom of the hills. I’ve got a few time-tested and simple tips to help maximize your chances to …
Here at Something Wild, we’ve been thinking a lot about winter and the different strategies animals use to get through these cold, harsh months. There are quite a few techniques to survive winter if you don’t live in a toasty house with central heating or a roaring wood stove.
Doing the laundry at my house in early winter always includes a strange ritual on the way to the washer and dryer in the cellar: Stop at the bottom of the cellar stairs, gaze at the mishmash of wires and water pump pipes along the old foundation wall and – occasionally -- exclaim, “Oh, there you
I was asked recently if I knew the largest rodent in North America. My first thought was my great uncle Wally, who was known for his ability to gnaw his way through a casino-sized buffet and darn near qualified as a full load when he climbed into his half-ton pickup.
On the eve of the first measurable December snowfall, a time of thin ice and rattling beech leaves, I joined three colleagues on a rugged bushwhack to a remote corner of a Society-owned forest reservation. It's not often that the conservation business is as tangible as it was that early winter …
