Capricornian skies of Aroostook
Hark! The setting Sun doth sing — Glory to the illuminating ring. Clouds of orange, skies of green, Sunday skies the best we’ve seen!
Hark! The setting Sun doth sing — Glory to the illuminating ring. Clouds of orange, skies of green, Sunday skies the best we’ve seen!
OK, the cold hard facts are that winter is here and this is Maine. Like the old saying says, “If you can’t take the winters, then you don’t deserve the summers!”
Soon many of Maine’s birdwatchers will be tromping through the woods, scanning the fields, and peering out from shorelines trying to tally up our bird population as part of the 111th annual Christmas Bird Count (CBC). Sponsored by the National Audubon Society, the CBC has been called the oldest and largest wildlife survey in the world. It provides opportunities for veteran and beginner birders alike to spend time in the field and contribute to our scientific knowledge.
It has been raining a lot this fall, but do we ever stop and wonder where all of that rainwater goes after it falls from the sky?
Another Monday morning from the halls of the Science Center looks grim indeed. A cold rain beats against the large pain windows while the scattered debris of Summer’s greenery woefully cyclones along the lawn and distant woods.
The leaves are turning, there’s a crispness to the air, it’s autumn in Maine. With the changing season comes increasing possibilities of allergies and illness as we tighten up our homes for winter. But did you ever think tightening up your home could make you sick?
For many years, the distinction between northern Maine and Canada was wet ankles as we waded the river at will. But times have changed.
“Your favorite lake … it’s infested with an invasive aquatic plant.”
Every now and then Mother Nature throws us a curve ball. We work like crazy to keep gasoline, antifreeze, septic system effluent and other potentially harmful materials out of our groundwater in the hope of preserving it for drinking, bathing and other domestic uses.
You might remember the 1963 hit song by Nat King Cole: “Roll out those lazy, hazy, crazy days of summer, those days of soda and pretzels and beer.” I remember hearing this song when I was young. I never thought that those “hazy… days of summer” would cause my difficulty in breathing!