Birds, fish, bats, even dragonflies are migrating, but where is everybody going?

Robert A. Culbert

It used to be big news to see even a single seal in local waters. Not anymore.

Sara Brown

A fern is a fern is a fern is a fern, except for a brief time when it’s a fiddlehead.

Vanessa Czarnecki

Is it time to take drastic action to fight tick-borne diseases?

Erin Ryerson

Dandelions get no love; even its scientific name seems like a rebuke. And yet the hardy little weed is surprisingly useful: it provides an early food source for bees and nourishment for the soil.

Vanessa Czarnecki

Money doesn’t grow on trees, but once upon a time it burrowed beneath the surface of brackish ponds.

Vanessa Czarnecki

No, there aren’t any vineyards on Martha’s Vineyard. Nor are there any wineries. Many a tourist’s hopes have been dashed upon discovering this is not the Napa of the East. Still, there are plenty of wild grapes.

Vanessa Czarnecki

In the summer, volunteers on the Vineyard visit beaches under the light of the moon to count horseshoe crabs as they come ashore to spawn.

Sara Brown


Clammering for a Winter Break

Clamming on Martha’s Vineyard in the off-season is a pleasant and rewarding outdoor pursuit.

Outdoors: The Call of the Wild

No longer a matter of survival, hunting is a recreational activity enjoyed by 11.5 million men and women across the country.

Peaceable Kingdom

How to turn even the humblest yard into a wildlife sanctuary.

Duck, Duck, Goose

As summer turns to fall and Island salt marshes take on a golden hue, a dedicated fraternity of waterfowlers look skyward.

Twilight of the Rights?

Once hunted nearly to extinction, North Atlantic right whales seemed poised to rebound. But the past few years have not been kind, and the future of the species is again in doubt.

For the Love of Tog

How to spear a fish and eat it too.

Summer Madness

A natural phenomenon is responsible for crazy behavior on Martha’s Vineyard. It is the arrival in late summer of schools of bonito and false albacore. It is a fish foehn.

Are You...Asking Me...To Take You Fishing??

Most every Island fisherman faces this social obligation, particularly in the summer months.

Hooked on Blues

Nothing screams “Summer is here!” like the arrival of old yellow eyes.

What Has Beady Eyes and Scales?

Everything you wanted to know about Island reptiles but were afraid to believe.