Emily Stone

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Natural Connections - birds, animals, habitats

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Thu. Apr. 10th, 2014

The balance of fire and ice

Emily Stone

Early spring is a time of shifting balance. The ice, which had been winning the battle for months, finally starts to weaken in the face of an intensifying sun.

Thu. Apr. 3rd, 2014

The Black-Masked Bandit

Emily Stone

Well, that stopped me in my tracks. “Are you serious!?” I called back, nearly bursting with excitement. “That’s awesome!”

Thu. Mar. 27th, 2014

A Snowshoe Field Trip

Emily Stone

My question “what do bears eat?” brought many answers. “Humans?” Well, no, but berries, fish, honey, insects, deer (fawns), seeds, and garbage to name a few.

Thu. Mar. 20th, 2014

Great Horned Owls

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I usually hear great horned owls in early winter, as they form pair-bonds and defend territories in preparation for nesting season. These large owls don’t build their own nests, but take over nests made by crows, squirrels, hawks, or herons

Thu. Mar. 13th, 2014

A walk through the summer woods

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Soon we emerge from the deep shade of the forest into an emerald green field. Wild roses bramble along the edge between forest and field, the purple canes of blackberries are dusted with five-petaled, snowflake-white flowers.

Thu. Mar. 6th, 2014

Martens and Wind

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 American martens are one of the many creatures that exploit the subnivean microclimate. These small weasels tunnel through the snow to find food, stay warm, and escape predators.

Thu. Feb. 27th, 2014

Treasure Hunt Part 2

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As the Sax-Zim Bog northwest of Duluth gains fame for its unusual avian residents and visitors, human residents and visitors have added bird feeders here and there to increase viewing opportunities.

Thu. Feb. 20th, 2014

Treasure Hunt

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Just minutes before, we’d been scanning the far tree line—convinced that a pile of snow on a branch was the owl we’d been looking for.

Thu. Feb. 13th, 2014

Barred Owls

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The noiseless glide of soft, gray wings caught my eye. Then, stillness. No matter how hard I squinted, I couldn’t resolve the dark shape into a branch and the owl I knew had just landed there.

Thu. Feb. 6th, 2014

Surrender

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Bright sun sparkled merrily over the rolling hills as I shushed along, working hard to glide over the cold, hard snow. In no time, I’d warmed right up, and my core temperature felt more like July than January.

Fri. Jan. 31st, 2014

An All-Star Nose

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Its times like this I wish I were a mole. Strange, I know, but I don’t mean just any mole. I wish I were a star-nosed mole – because they have the best sense of touch of any mammal.

Thu. Jan. 23rd, 2014

Snowshoes

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Five inches of fresh snow, with more dancing in the air, had dissuaded me from skiing, so I strapped the shorter and wider version of winter gear on my feet for an evening walk.

Thu. Jan. 16th, 2014

The Jewels of Summer

Emily Stone

Bitter winds blow across a frozen landscape, but under the ice hide the jewels of summer. Even during an Arctic cold snap, many quick-flowing and spring-fed rivers maintain an open channel of inky current.