My head is feeling better so I’m back blogging on firewood, picking up where I left off on Part 1 of this theme. Did anyone take a look at the Manomet Report? It concludes that using wood for heat (or for combined heat and electricity generation) is most likely to have a carbon benefit over Read More
Burning Questions: Some Thoughts on Firewood and the Environment, Part I
It’s already the end of July, and my last blog entry was in March. How did that happen? I meant to write a blog on woodcock and how cool they are when they return in the spring and do their courtship displays, but somehow that now seems out of date. Next year. Similarly, I thought I’d write Read More
Opposition to LD 341, An Act To Exempt Artificial Wetlands and Artificial Significant Vernal Pool Habitats from State Regulation
Senator Saviello, Representative Hamper, and Members of the Environment and Natural Resources Committee: LD 341 would exempt a huge number of wetlands in Maine from state regulation. Most Maine lakes have outlet dams that increase lake levels, and these dams also create wetlands around the lakes. Most Maine rivers are dammed, and these dams also Read More
A Feast—or Perhaps a Plague—of Frogs
A brief warning to readers before proceeding: this story could make you a bit queasy. Queasy doesn’t even begin to describe how I felt. I’ve never been a picky eater. My parents demanded that I eat everything on my plate, whatever it was. I remember as a kid dreading Easter dinner at my grandparents’ house Read More
My First Day of Duck Hunting – Ever!
It was seven years ago, and my first day of duck hunting didn’t go very well. It was a friend’s fault, I thought at the time, that I got into this mess. He first mentioned duck hunting to me on a warm summer evening fishing for stripers in Winslow. The striper fishing wasn’t very good, but Read More
Winter Thoughts on the Recent Duck Season
Waterfowl hunting provides me with so many ways to enjoy the glory of Maine, from the warm,September days of early goose season ponds in Central Maine through bitter, dark December mornings in Casco Bay. There is nothing quite like the power of life that duck hunting allows me to see.
