After a nationwide search, the not-for-profit decided to go no further than its own backyard and promote veteran land conservation director Seth McKee to the post of executive director of the Scenic Hudson Land Trust and land programs. At the same time, Scenic Hudson hired Raul “Rocci” Aguirre as its new executive director of Policy, Advocacy and Science.
Woodstock area | Environment
Woodstockers curious about their wild neighbors will be interested in the findings of a new local study.
Deer-hunter numbers are declining, and existing hunters should be given more opportunities to keep the population sustainable, which reduces damage to forest ecosystems and agriculture and minimizes vehicle collisions. That’s the overall takeaway from the DEC’s draft ten-year deer management plan.
“Mushrooms galore, much snow in store. No mushrooms at all, no snow will fall.”
There is no pricetag on the outdoors, no substitute for the fresh air or the invigorating smell of snow on pine branches or the way the warmth of the sun heats one from the inside out. There is no Instagram pic or Facebook post of a waterfall or forested trail or sunset sliding down the back of a mountain that can transport the viewer. There is no 3-D printer for life. You have to go out and get it.
The concept of households subscribing to a solar farm is known as community solar and it can benefit energy use of municipalities too.
In an age of tenuous global supply chains, it doesn’t hurt to know how to treat common ailments with plants growing in your backyard.
After being dominant from Georgia to Maine for thousands of years, this “keynote species” of the Catskills in particular had succumbed to Asian blight in the first decades of the twentieth century. (Asian chestnuts were imported because they produce fatter nuts. These brought blight to which the older, squatter Asian species was – and is – immune.)
Eels born in the Sargasso Sea south and east of Bermuda are living in a creek just off Route 9G south of Rhinebeck. In fact, eels are living in streams up and down both banks of the Hudson River. How did they get here from the middle of the Atlantic Ocean?
It’s a flirtation of wild asters and jewelweed and bawdy goldenrod. The sky is as blue as the Madonna’s robe and the sun is hot, but wake up early the next morning, and dew has dampened that tablecloth you left on the patio table. The cicadas still thrum in late afternoon, but you notice the songbirds are silent. Silent and gone.